Bisbee daily review., 1918-07-14

| and still the firing slacks not. Far down in their vaults the seven prison CTS hear muffled din as of earthquakes their turnkeys answer vaguely.
 Woe to thee, De Launay, with they poor hundred inyalides! Brogile is distant, and his ears are heavy; Bes- enval hears, but can send no help. One poor troop of hussars has crept, recon noitering, cautiously along the quais as far as the Pont Neuf. We are come to join you" says the captain. for the crowd seems shoreless. A large headed dwarfish individual, of smoke bleared aspect, shambled forward, op- ening his blue lips, for there is sense in him, and croaks. "Alight, then, and give up your armsi" The hussar cap tain is too happy to be escorted to the barriers and dismissed on parole. Who the squat individual was? Men an swer it is M. Marat, author of the ex- cellent pacific Avis au Peuple. Great, truly, o thou remarkable dog-leech, is this thy day of emergence and new birth; and yet this same day come fcur years-but let the curtains of the future hang.
 What shall De Launay do? One thing only De Launay could have done what he said he would do. Fancy him sitting from the first with the lighted taper, within arms length oi the powder magazine; mOtiOnless, like old Roman senator, or bronze lamp holder: coldly apprising Thuriot, and all men, by a slight motiCn of his eye, what his resolution was. Harmless he sat there. while unharmed;' but the kings fortress, meanwhile, could, might, would or should in nowise be surrendered save to the kings messen- ger; one old mans life is worthless, so it be lost with honor; but think, ye brawling canaille, how will it be when a whole Bastille springs skyward? In such statuesque, taper holding attitude one fancies De Launay might have left Thuriot, the red clerks of the basoche, cure of Saint-Stephen, and all the rag tag and bcbtail of the world, to work their will.
 And yet, withal, he could not do it. Hast thou considered how each mans heart is so tremulously responsive to the hearts of all men? Hast thou not ed how omnipctent is the very soul of many men? How their shriek of in- dignation palsies the strong soul? Their howl of cOntumely withers with unfelt bangs? The Ritter Gluck con fessed that the ground tone of the nob- lest passage in one of his nOblest op- eras was the voice of the populace ne had heard in Vienna, crying to their kaiser Breadi Breadl Great is the combined voice of men, the utteTance of their instincts, which are truer than their thoughts; it is the greatest man encounters among the sounds and shadows which make up this world of time. He who can resist that has his footing somewhere beyond time. De LaunAy could not do it Distracted, he hovers between twO-hopes in the mid dle of despair; surrendeTs not his fort ress, declares that he will blow 1t up. and does not blow it. Unhappy old De Launay, it is the death agony of thy Bastille and thee!
 For four hours now has the world bedlam roared; call it the world chi mera, blowing firel The poor invalid es have sunk under their battlements or rise only with reversed muskets; they have made a white flag of nap kins, go beating the chamade, or seem ing to beat, for one can hear nothing. The very Swiss at the portcullis look weary of firing, disheartened in the fire deluge. a porthOle at the draw bridge is opened, as by one that would speak. See Huissier Maillard, the shifty man! On his plank, swinging over the abyss of that stone ditch, plank resting on parapet, balanced by weight of patriots, he hovers perilous- ly-such a dove toward such an ark! Deity, thou shifty usher; one man al- ready fell, and lies smashed, down there against the masonry! Usher Maillard falls not; deftly, unerring, he walks. with outspread palm. The Swiss holds a paper through his port hole; the shifty usher snatches it and returns. Terms of surrender, pardon, immunity to all Are they accepted? "Foi dofficier" Con the word of an of- ficer) answers half-pay Hulin, or half pay Elie-for men do not agree on it