The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-04-19

peter and death. But life is there with
death-a kind of life-and the two some
times conspire. Then comes fermenta-
ton, a sort of horrid foaming, and the
underground sea spumes up through the
cellars, floods the streets and the whole
world. Strange that the cellars of Paris
should hold not only the soil but the seed
germs of civilization
In the broad country side of the nations
the under man lives in hut or cabin. A
bird sits on the roof comb and sunlight
creeps through the chinks. But in Paris
the under man lives in vault. This is
true also in London and New York, and in
all your great massed populations. The
under man, the bottom man. the real earth
man, lives in a cellar; his wife also, and
his children. 1t is not good place to live.
The French Revolution began above
ground, in the kingdom of thought, but
the drippings of it fell into the Partisan
cellars. Within year from the beginning
the very sewers were full of foam. With
this subterranean effervescence all shapes
and forms were cast to the surface. 1t was
as if the sea had vomited. Unknown
creatures came up from the pit of that
horrid stomach and began to swim and
shrek and fight. Among the rest there
was spewed forth doctor-Dr Marat,
DR.. Jean Paul Marat, or Mara, as his
father spelled tia sort of spectral pygmy,
not five feet high, but bearing monstrous
head and hideous face. He was Dr. Marat;
his enemies said horse doctor But that
was a SANDER. True, he had been veteri-
nary surgeon to the Comte d'Artois, des-
tined after thirty-four years to be King
| Charles X of France. But Jean Paul was
also doctor of men, a good one, too, who
! had spent many years IN London, where
he wrote essays and books and learned to
hate the British aristocracy The Comte
d'Artois made him physician of the guards,
as well as of his horses-this in 1777, for
| his hour was not yet come.
Marat had for his mother Louise Cabrol,
a Genevese Calvinist, which accounts for
one part of him, but he had for his father
Jean Paul Mara, of Cagliari, on the south
ern coast of Sardinia, and this accounts for
another part. He was a cross between
Italian and Calvinist-a sort of hybrid of
assassin and fatalist He was born May
| "a, 1874, being five years older than Mira
beau and fourteen years older than Robes
pierre. In his youth he studied medicine
for two years at Bordeaux, and presently
became an oculist of no mean skill.
At this period of his life he absorbed his
social and philosophical opinions, which he
carried with him, first to Paris, then into
Holland and afterward to London. In his
thirtieth year he began as an author, and
in IA published his first political treatise
under the significant name of the ''Chains
of Slavery" He remained in London
three years longer, writing on medical and
social questions, and was then recalled to
France to prescribe for the guards land stud
also) of the Comte d'Artois, who gave him
an annual salary of 1900 livres for his SER
vices. A promising man already was Dr..
Jean Paul.
But we must pass over much. After ten
years the call was issued for the assem-
bling of the states general. Now it was
that Marat plunged into the swim and be-
gan to trouble the already troubled waters.
With the opening of the states general
many patriot Frenchmen were disposed to
take the English constitution as the model
for new France. But Marat had seen enough
of the British system, and in September of
'S9 he published a powerful monograph en-
titled ga View of the Vices Of the Consti-
tuition of England" Already the pygmy
with the monstrous head had become a
democrat and misunderstanding to
the gospel of Rousseau.
With the beginning of the conflict proper
behold Marat in Parisl He has become a
journalist, the most audacious that has
ever yet appeared among men. First he
founded The Moniteur Patriotic, then The
Publiciste Parisien, and then, on the 10th
of September, 1889, The Ami du Peuple, OF
Friend of the People, a journal which from
that day became the vent of the Faubourgs
the very mouth and soul of the sanscu
lottes.
In this paper Marat began to pour out
without measure the very essence of radi
calism and audacity. His attack was OF
eyerything-on the monarchy, on the king
on the royal family, on the aristocracy, or
feudal France, on everything that was
above the earth. Whatever was in power
it was his lifelong policy to oppose. Now
9 1t was man, now an institution, and now
= principle at which he spat his venom
The Ami du Peuple became the mouth
: piece of all discomfort, vomiting floods o.
invective, acrid as vitriol, fierce as fire.
, 1t was not long until the authoritie
bounced upon Marat and his dangerous
9 engine, but he dived and fled to London
9 The pygmy with the monstrous head hat
r now become an unquenchable volcano
r His fires had caught behind him, and h
was soon able to return to Paris and re
; issue his paper. Nevertheless he had tt
. dive and duck out of sight. He disap
peared from the kingdom of daylight ant
became the god of the neither world. Sub
terranean Paris received him. Hades CAV
a loving gulp and he was safe. Dark, un
e discoverable vaults opened for his print
n ing press and editorial stool. Ami d.
:, Peuple, from being the mouthpiece of tn
: Faubourgs became the mouthpiece of hell
Once and again the specter was routed
= from his hiding place, and in the close o
O 1871 he escaped to London. There he wrot
I his ''Ecole du Citoyen," or "School for tn
! Citizen" sansculotic text book of insur
C rection and blood.
In four months, however, the Club O
Il the Cordeliers called him back to Paris
. The war with Austria famed up on tn
horizon, and the revolutionary party in tn
&c capital needed every auxiliary-even tn
pen OF Marat. The Ami du Peuple burs
70 out more furiously than ever. 1t is prot
able that the atrocious scheme for the mas
sacre of the loyalist prisoners was hatche
in the brain of Marat, and that he inocu
lated the giant Danton with his malig
= purpose. At all events, the Septembe
: massacre was the glory of Ami du Peupl
!. and it's editor The five foot goblin rose i
the bloody arena, and was chosen one G
the representatives to the national CONVEX
ton from the commune of Paris.
But his work in that body by no mean
took him from his editorial stool. He ha