spectacles, greeted the Marsellais. Their bronzed faces with eyes of fire, their uniforms covered with the dust of their journey, their red woollen caps, shaded with green boughs, the absence of discipline with which they either carried their muskets or dragged them after them, their harsh provincial accent mingled with oaths, their ferocious gestures all struck the imagination of the multitude with great force. The revolutionary idea seemed impersonated, and to be marching to the last assault of Royalty, chanting an air whose notes seemed to come from the breast with sullen mutterings of national anger, and then with the joy of victory. It resounded through the streets of Paris like a recovered echo of Thermopyla; and while those who heard it felt assured that France never would fall a prey to the invader, good citizens turned pale as they beheld the horde of ruffians who pealed it forth. The notes of this air, Lamartine goes on to say, rustled like a flag dipped in gore, still reeking on the battle plain. It made one tremble but it was the shudder of intrepidity which passed over the heart, and lent it a fresh impulse — redoubled strength - even veiled death. It was the firewater of the Revolution, which instilled the intoxication of battle into the senses and the soul of the populace. There are times when all people find thus gushing into their minds. national sentiments which no man can describe, yet all the world have felt. All the senses desire to present their tribute to patriotism, and eventually to encourage each other. The foot advances, gesture animates, the voice intoxicates the ear, the ear rouses the heart and the whole frame becomes inspired like an instrument of enthusiasm. Art becomes divine-dancing, heroic music, heroic poetry, popular! The national hymn composed by Rouget de Lisle will never die, and should not be profaned on common occasions. Like that sacred oriflame which was once deposited in the church of St. Denis, only to be unfurled when France was in danger, so this stirring chant should be kept as an extreme arm for the great necessities of that country. * The Marseillaise produced its desired effect in Paris, and was soon the triumphant song of the mighty masses who stormed the Tuileries on the night of the 10th of August that awful night, when the despotic monarchy of a thousand years went down, like some imposing ship of war, in the midst of hurricane and tempest, never again to raise its head in France. Its notes mingled with the thunder of cannon *THE MARSEILLES HYMN. (FREELY TRANSLATED.) Ye sons of France, awake to Glory, While Peace and Liberty lie bleeding? CHORUS. To arms! to arms ye brave! March on, march on - all hearts resolved Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, The dogs of war let loose are howling, And lo! our fields and cities blaze. While lawless force with guilty stride Spreads desolation far and wide, With crime and blood his hands imbruing? With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile, insatiate despots dare – Their thirst of gold and power unbounded- Like beasts of burden would they load us, O, Liberty! can man resign thee, when the faithful Swiss guards were slaughtered; it was the death song of the ruffians who cruelly butchered eight thousand Parisians between the 2d and the 7th of September; and it was sung under the windows of the Palais Royal by the band of executioners who, having defiled the corpse of the Princess de Lamballe, bore her head in triumph upon a pike, the countenance still lovely, though the long auburn tresses were clotted with blood. The Duke of Orleans was sitting down to dinner at the time, with Madame de Buffon, his latest favorite, but rose from his chair and gazed at the ghastly spectacle without discovering the least symptom of uneasiness or horror. His position began to be an unpleasant one, for while the court party shunned him, the revolutionists looked upon him with distrust. FAC-SIMILE OF THE SIGNATURE OF ROBESPIERRE. D. Robespierre. CHAPTER V. Soon after the division of the army under Luckner arrived at Metz, that officer was superseded by Gen. Kellerman, (created Duke of Valmy by Napoleon,) on whom Louis Philippe called to tender his respects, wearing his brigadiergeneral's uniform. "You are the youngest brigadier I have ever seen," said Kellerman; "how have you contrived to be made a General so soon?" To most young men of his age the inquiry would have been sufficiently embarrassing, but Louis Philippe replied with promptitude and ready wit," By being the son of him who made a colonel of you." "Well answered," said Kellerman, who had received his first commission from the Duke of Orleans, “I am happy to have you under my orders." He was entered on the roll as General Louis Philippe Egalité, and continued to manifest the most radical sentiments of "Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity." Entering a tent one evening where some of his dragoons were discussing politics, one of them went out, and returned with an arm-chair, which he offered him. "Take it away," said the Prince, "though your General in military matters, we are equals in politics, I would rather eat the chair than sit in it." All this was duly reported at Paris, and on the 11th of September, 1792, Louis Philippe was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant General, and offered the command of Strasbourg. "I cannot accept," was his reply, "for I am too young to be shut up in a city. I should prefer remaining with the army." Hundreds of volunteers were daily leaving Paris for the camp at Chalons, which was placed under the command of Luckner, and appeared to make rather a show of strength than of resistance. The command of the army on the frontier was given to Dumouriez, a soldier of fortune, possessing rare mental and bodily accomplishments, and regarding the Revolution as a drama, which furnished a grand scene for his abilities. Could he conclude it by crowning the Duke of Orleans, he was certain of being created Grand Constable of France. While on his way to occupy the defiles of Argonne, where he hoped to check the advancing allies, he learned that Verdun had surrendered, and thus announced it to the Executive Council: "Verdun is taken, and I am waiting for the Prussians. The camp of Grandprey and that of Islettes are the Thermopylæ of France, but I shall be more fortunate than Leonidas.” His next bulletin showed that he had been too confident. "I have been obliged," he wrote, "to abandon the camp of Grand-prey. The retreat was accomplished when a panic seized the army. Ten thousand fled before fifteen hundred Prussian hussars. The loss amounts to no more than fifty men and some baggage. All is retrieved, and I make myself responsible for every thing." By a masterly manœuvre, he contrived to make a detour, which enabled him to take up his position in the rear of the Duke of Brunswick, and sent orders to Kellerman to join him. That General, who had left Metz on the 4th, arrived at Valmy on the evening of the 19th, where he encamped in a valley commanded by the heights of La Lune. Lieutenant General Valance commanded the right wing of his army, Louis Philippe the left, and General de Crassier the advanced guard. In the morning it was found that a grand error had been committed in not having encamped on the heights of Gisancourt, which commanded those of La Lune, and towards which the Prussians were now moving; for if he should be surrounded on high ground and beaten, he would be driven into the marshes behind the mill of Valmy. The vanguard, which had fallen back after a skirmish, was sent to occupy Gisancourt. The right wing was drawn up at right angles with the road to Chalons, along which it was |