Bisbee daily review., 1918-07-14
FaH Of tue BastiIe, July "A, 1789,
 4 Tempest Of tue Peoples Fury

(From Carlyle's French RevolutiOn)
 Ever wider swells the tide of men, their infinite hum waxing ever louder into imprecations, perhaps into crackle of stray musketry. The outer draw bridge has been lowered for ThuriOt; a new deputation of citizens Git is the third and noisiest of alD penetrates the outer court; soft speeches produc- ing no clearance of these, De Launay gives fire, pulls up his drawbridge. A slight sputter which has kindled the too combustible chaos made it roar ing fire-chaosl Bursts forth insur- rection at sight of it's own blood (for there were deaths by that sputter Of fire) into endless, rolling explosion of musketry, distraction, eXecration, and overhead, from the fortress, let one great gun, with it's grapeshot, go booming to show what we could do- The Bastille is besiegedi
 On then, all Frenchmen that have hearts in your bodies. Smite thou, Louis Tournay, cartwright of the Marais, old soldier of the regiment Dauphine. smite at the outer draw bridge chain, though the fiery hail whistles around theei Down with 1t, man; down with it to Orcuslf Let the whole accursed edifice sink thither and tyranny be swallowed up for everl The chain yields, breaks; the huge drawbridge slams down, laundering Gloriousi And yet, alas, it is still but the outworks. The eight grim towers, with their invalide musketry, their pay ing stones and cannon mouths, still soar aloft, intact; ditch yawning i'm passable, stone-faced; the inner draw bridge with its back toward us; the Bastille is still to take!
 Ordnance of all calibres, throats of all capacities, men of all plans, every man his own engineer; seldom since the war of pygmies and cranes was there seen so anomalous a thing. Paris wholly. has got to the acme of its frenzy. whirled all ways by panic mad ness. At every street barricade there whirls, simmering, minor Whirlpool, strengthening the barricade, since God knows what is coming; and all minor whirlpools play distractedly into that grand fire-mahlstrom which is flashing round the Bastille.
 And so it lashes and it rOars. Cholat, the wine merchant, has become an i'm prcmptu cannoneer. See GeOrget CT the marine service, fresh from Brest, ply the King of Slams cannon.
 Upward from the esplanade, horizon tally from all the neighboring windows and roofs, flashes one irregular deluge of musketry. without effect. The in- vaIides lie flat, firing comparatively at their ease from behind stone; hard ly through port holes show the tip of a nose. We fall, shot, and make no impressioni
 Let conflagration rage of whatever is combustible. Guard rooms are burnt. invalides' mess rooms. A young beautiful lady, seized. trying to escape in the outer courts, and thought, false ly. to be De Launay's daughter, shall be burnt in De Launay's sight she lies swooned, on a pailliase; but again a patriot-it is brave Aubin Bonnem- iere. the old soldier-dashes in and rescues her Straw is burnt; three cart loads of it, hauled hither, go up in white smoke almost to the choking of patriotism itself. Smoke as of Tophet confusion as of Babel, noise af of the crack of doom,
 Blood flows, the aliment of new madness. The wounded are carried into the houses of the Rue Cerisale; the dying leave their mandate not to yield until the accused stronghold fall. And yet. alasi how fall? The walls are so thick Individuals of classical knowledge propose catapults. san tere, the sonorous brewer of the sub urb Saint-Antoine, advises rather that the place be fired with a mixture or phosphorous and oil of turpentine spouted up through forcing pumps. O Spinola- -Santierre, hast thou the mix ture ready? Every man his own engi- neer! And still the fire deluge abates not even women are firing, and Turks-at least enc woman (with her sweetheart), and one Turk.
 How the great Bastille clock ticks Gnaudible) in its inner court, there, at its ease, hour after houf; as if noth- ing special for it and the world were passingl It tclled 1 when the firing began, and is now pointing toward D.