THE BATTLE SUMMER

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Page iv - Order, and the images dogged me in the street, and at ray desk, and made my sleep — a nightmare! They blurred the type of Blackstone, and made the mazes of Chitty ten fold greater. The New Statutes were dull, and a dead letter; and the New Practice worse than new. For a while I struggled manfully with my work, hut it was a heavy school-boy task — it was like the knottiest of the Tusculan Questions, with vacation in prospect. "The office was empty one day : I had been breaking ground in...
Page 47 - Thousands are pressing up, and rage conquers fear. They march out openly, to take fair, and full aim if they see even so much as a soldier's hand within the cruel bars. But it is dreadfully unfair work ! — One side, blouses, thin as Kentucky jeans ; and the other, walls a good yard thick. One side, boasting Liberty, reckless and maddened, unused to guns.
Page 207 - Churches, though it be Sunday are empty. The old worship is set aside; and a new worship is born. " Carmagnole songs are prayers; soldiers are priests; and for altars — lo, the heathen tripods!" In connection with this animated scene our author's reflections thereupon should not be omitted : " A Stranger's Thought. " Here and there, — it may have been — scattered in the vast array, was some noiseless, unnoticed looker-on, nurtured under other faith, and belonging to other soil. — who mused...
Page 40 - ... Still Thiers is scrambling over barricades, holding upon his spectacles, and saying, loud as the din will let him say — me void — I am Minister. "The National Guard listen, and hesitate; not so the throng in blouse. The Republicans have been before the Minister; they who have promise of roast, will not dine on stews. '• At worst — say they — we can fall back on such as Thiers. En avant ! — let us see the middle of the Palace of the King. "And the paving stones clank on the rising...
Page 208 - Yonder, they assign it over with much quiet, but very uniform worship, to a being called God ; and here they make it one time, noisy with great waters at Versailles ; at another, with Republic ; at another, with soldiery, and uniformly round it, with a sort of Devil-worship at theatre, or Bal Mabil ! Is there not something by chance, in this odd difference, worth the noting, as much as difference in...
Page 41 - But there are the blouses pushing on ; they will not stop ; they will not listen ; and enough of epauletted Guard are with them, to give them confidence. On by thousands they push, hemming closer and closer the Palace walls. The clock upon the tower of the Horologe strikes ten. The King is at breakfast. The courtly, long-faced Marie...
Page 207 - And he would measure the matter possibly thus : — There in that land beyond seas, perhaps only across Channel waters — all this, gay as it is, would be reckoned a heresy, a sin, an abomination : — and if Catholic he crosses himself and looks up ; and if Protestant he sighs, and half fears to look up. How is it now — is yonder education, habitude, religion — what you will — beyond waters, needless, encroaching, wrong ; or is it right, enduring, and tending* to good ? Are those Saxon-blooded...
Page 123 - AN AMAZON OF REVOLUTION. MADAME Dudevant had been, and was still, a splendid woman. Forty and odd years had not taken the red from her cheeks, or the fulness from her form. Her military husband had long since been disabused of his military and conjugal authority. Her tutelage, under the mild-eyed Lamennais — a man whom we shall meet in the Chamber — had ended. This humane old quarreller with church and priest, — with society and virtue, had quarrelled with Geo. Sand. Her...
Page 206 - ... cuirass of dragoons. Drum mingles with bugle, and the far notes of some Carmagnole song, is echoed again and again by the thunder of the deep-mouthed cannon. A balloon rises beyond, and soars for a moment over the vast fete ground ; little parachutes drop down, bringing from heaven to earth gold-printed Marseillaise — then pass, borne by the wind — into distant cloud-land.
Page 49 - And now this barrier between populace and palace is gone ; and the crowd rolls on like great, wind-driven wave, tossing from seaward : will it dash into foam against other rocky rampart, — or will it spend itself on low beach — defenceless Tuilleries — throwing up drift-wood, and wreck ? 3 X.

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