Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1881-07-23
1855.
THE DAWN or EIBERTY-THE
FALL OF THE BASTILE.
A Chapter of the French Revolution
Read by Lightning.
N. O. States.


der all roots of this distracted city, is
the nodus of drama, not untragical,
crowding toward solution. The bust
lings and preparings. the Demors and
mepaces, the tears that fell from old
eyes This day, my sons, ye shall QUIT
you like men. By the memory OF yollr
fathers wrongs, by the hope OF your
chlldren's rights Tyranny impends III
red wrath; help for you is none if not
in your own right hands. This day ye
must do or die.
From earliest light, a 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 AZ q Pike Arms are the one
thing needful with arms we are an I'M
conquerable, man defying National
Guard; without arms, 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 des Invalides Thlther
Will ye Kings Proeureur NJ. Ethys de
Ceruy, and whatsoever of authority u
Permanent Committee can lend, shall
20 with us. Besenval's 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 Ats o'clock
this morning, as he lay dreaming, OBJ
livions in she Ecole Militaire, figure
stood suddenly at his bedside; with face
rather handsome eyes inhamed, speech
rapi and curt, air audaCious; such tig-
ure drew Priam's curtains. The mes
sage and monition of the figure was,
that resistance would be hopeless; that
fblot.d flowed, woe to him who shed it,.
Thus spoke the figure, and vanished.
'Wlthal there was 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 Besenval knows, but mentions not.
Camille Desmoulins Pythagorean
Marquis Valadi inhamed 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 food, southwest.
ward to the Hotel DIES 1nvalides; in
search of the one thing needful. Kings
Procureur NJ. Ethys de Cerny and off
Gals are there the Cure of st. Etenne
du Mont marches unpacitic, 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 Sombreui], how, in this ex'
tremity, thou wilt refuse them. Old NJ
de Sombreuil would fain hold parley
send couriers; but it skills not the walls
are scaled, DO Invalide firing shot thu
gates must be flung open. Patriotism
rushes in, tumultuous, from groundsel VI
to ridge tile, through all rooms and pas
sages; rummaging distractedly for arms
What cellar, or what Granny can escap
ltT Inc arms are louuh wi ohio IhNi'
lying packed in straw, apparently will
view to being burnt. More ravenou
than furnishing lions over dead prey
the multitude, with clangor and ,,yocit
Grafton, pounces on them, struggling
dashing, clutching; to the jammlng up
to the pressure, fracture and probable
extinction of the weaker Patriot. AM
so, with such protracted crash of deaf
eung, most disCordant orchestra music
the scene is changed; and eight an
twenty thousand sufficient tirelccks ar
on the shoulders Of as many Nationa
Guards, lifted thereby out of darkness
into fiery light.
Let Besenval look at the glitter {
these muskets, as they flash by! Garde
Franchises, it is said, have cannon ley
eled on him; ready to open, If nee
were. from the other side Of the rive,
Motionless sits he; astonished,' on
may hatter oneself, at the proud bea
inc of the Parisians.' And now, to til
Bastile, We intrepid Parisians. Thel
grapeshOt still threatens; thither a
mems thoughts and steps are now ten'