The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1895-03-28
NAPOLEON THE TYRANT.
A Soldier of the Revolution Condems the
Corsican.

As Philip was hurrying along the
Street of the Fight toward the New
Bridge, an arm was slipped though his,
and puffy, painting voice said, so!
but YOU travel fast YOU boy. Let us
walk together. we two"
1t was Uncle Fauriel. Philip was al
most startled by the friendliness of his
late ferocious adversary.
What! you Monsieur?" he cried.
Come, come; none of your aristocra-
tic notions with me, son of the emigre.
Don't Monsieur me! | am plain Citizen
Fauriel. That is surely enough for any
honest Frenchman in these DAYS when
marshals and dukes are as plenty as
pease in a porridge; or you call me as
does my dear Mademoisel!e - Uncle
FauI'iel. | should like to lie uncle to all
the trave boys and girls OF France.
wish 10 walk and talk with You, young
DesnouetteS. | meant nothing against
you by my talk. OF course you know
that. 1t is bat my way. | hate the
Corsican. and make 10 secret of say
inc so--amOng friends"
But why?" Philip inquired.
why" Uncle Fauriel replied. "See
here my Pnilip; am of the revolution.
went through blood for the rights of
man. cried down kings and thrones
When that the abbey of st. Denis was
sacked was thereto batter down its
statues and dig up the bones of kings
played football with the skull of
Henry OF NITarrc. | han lei up the
red bonnet TO Capet and let loose
toward heaven the doves of Robesperre
| sang. up, Vengeance" with the
loudest, and danced the Carmagnole
with the maddest. Yes, | was not 50
fat then as to-day. | could dance. |
adored the Revolution. | loved the Re-
public. But when the Republic became
the Terror, and blood only was its soul,
then | saw that even liberty can be-
come tyranny, and longed for one who
should save the nation. He came. 1t
was the Corsican-the commander, the
conqueror, the Consul. | hailed him as
the deliverer of France. But power
has puffed him up and he who might
have been Frances savior is himself
Frances tyrant. Then l gave up-I
who had been a soldier of the Republic,
who had served as Secretary to
Fouche-"
The Duke of Otranto?" Philip cried
in surprise.
"Give me no Dukes, boy" Uncle
Fauriel returned, hotly. He is but
Foucbe to me; and ever the same
Fouche, though stepped in titles -
Fouche, the renegade priest, blood
hound of the Terror, chief spy of the
Empire"
"Citizen!-quiet, quiet pray!" Philip
exclaimed in alarm. "Fouche is every
where"
"And you are page of the Emperor,
Uncle Fauriel said, with knowing nod.
you are wise, you, boy, and know
upon which side of your bread the but
ter has been spread. But now you
know why l bate the Corsican. He has
betrayed liberty. | hailed him as the
one man might redeem France; he has
been the one man to enslave her. So |
gave up politics for pen-work. But
still is my anger hot. Listen, son of the
enigre: you are young; you are hopeful;
you have everything to choose from and
everything to do. Your life lies before
you. Worship no man. If you must
serve the COr-the Emperor-then serve
him we'll; not for his interest, though
for the nations. Our boys are our only
salvation. So, if l get growl-y, if l
anger you again, forgive me and say to
yourself: Uncle Fauriel is a madman;
but he has run against all sorts of peo.
pie and knows how small thing is a
man. Adieu, young Desnouettes; adieu,
my Philip. Here is my home. You are
bright boy; be bright with both youl
eyes" = Elbridge S. Brooks, in 81.
! Nicholas.