Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1881-07-21
1885,.
THE DAWN OF LIBERTY-THE
FALL OF THE BASTILE.
A Chapter Of the French Revolution
Read by Lightning.
N. O. States.

@ new Fourteenth morning dawns. I'm
der all roots of this distracted city, is
the nodus of o drama, not untragical,
crowding toward solution. The bust
lings and preparings, the tremors and
menaces, the tears that fell from old
eyes! This day, my sons, ye shall quit
you like men. By the memory of your
fathers wrongs, by the hope of your
children's rights Tyranny impends in
red wrath; help for you is none if not
in your own right hands. This day ye
must do or die.
From earliest light, sleepless Per
manent Committee has heard the old
cry, now waxing almost frantic, mutin-
Gus: Arms Arms Provost Flesselles,
or what traitors there are among you,
may think of those Charleville Boxes.
A hundred and fifty thousand of us;
and but the third man furnished with
so much as Pike! Arms are the one
thing needful with arms we are an un-
conguerable, man -defying National
Guard; without arms, a rabble to be
whitfield with grape shot.
Happily the word has arisen, for no
secret can be kept, that there lie mus
kets at the Hotel DIES Invalides. Thlther
Will We; Kings Procureur NJ. Ethys de
Cerny, and whatsoever of authority
Permanent Committee can lend, shall
go with us. BesenvaPs camp is there,
perhaps he will not fire on us; if he kill
us we shall but die
Alas, poor Besenval, with his troops
melting away in that manner, has not
| the smallest humor to fire :! At 5 o'clock
this morning, as he lay dreaming, OBJ
livious in the Ecole Militaire, a figure
stood suddenly at his bedside; with face
rather handsome; eyes inhamed, speech
rapid and curt, air audacious; such fig
ure drew Priam's curtains. The mes
sage and monition of the figure was,
that resistance would be hopeless that
| if blood flowed, woe to him who shed it.
Thus spoke the figure, and vanished.
'Wlthal there was a kind of eloquence
that struck one.' Besanval admits that
he should have arrested him, but he did
not. Who this figure with intlamed
eyes, with speech rapid and curt, might
be 4? Besenval knows, but mentions not.
Camille ,Desmoulins Pythagorean
Marquis Valadi, intlamed with violent
motions all night at the Palais Royal!
Fame names him young NJ. Meillar,
then shuts her lips about him forever.
In any case, behold about nine in the
morning, our National Volunteers roll
ing in one long, wide flood, southwest
ward to the Hotel DIES Invalides; III
search of the one thing needful. Kings
Procureur M. Ethys de Cerny and Off
Gals are there the Cure of st. Etienne
du Mont marches unpacifc, at the head
of his militant parish the Clerks of the
Basoche in red coats we see marching,
now volunteers of the Basoche; the Vol
unteers of the Palais Royal: National
Volunteers, Vulnerable by tens of thou
| sands; of one heart and mind. The
| Kings muskets are the Nations thing,
| old NJ, de Sombreuil, how, in this ex-
tremity, thou witt refuse them. Old M.
de Sombreuil would fain hold parley,
send couriers; but it skills not the walls
are scaled, no Invalide firing a shot the
gates must be flung open. Patriotism
rushes in, tumultuous, from groundsel up
to ridge tile, through all rooms and pas
sages; rummaging distractedly for arms
What cellar, or what Granny can escape
it, The arms are found all safe there,
lying packed in straw, apparently with
view to being burnt More ravenous
than furnishing lions over dead prey,
the multitude, with clangor and ..vocif-
Grafton, pounces on them, struggling,
dashing, clutching; to the jamming up,
to the pressure, fracture and probable
extinction of the weaker Patriot And
so, with such protracted crash of deaf
ening, most dscordant orchestra music,
the scene is changed and eight and
twenty thousand sufficient tirelocks are
on the shoulders of as many National
Guards, lifted thereby out of darkness
into fiery light
Let Besenval look at the glitter of
these muskets, as they flash by! GaTdes
Franchises, it is said, have cannon lev
eled on him; ready to open, if need
were, from the other side of the river.
Motionless sits he; astonished,' one
may fatter oneself, at the proud bear
ing of the Parisians.' And now, to the
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