Quid mirare meas tot in uno corpore formas?
Propert.
(Why wonder that I have so many forms in a single body?)Zanoni to Mejnour.
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"She is in one of their prisons,--their inexorable prisons.It is Robespierre's order,--I have tracked the cause to Glyndon.
This, then, made that terrible connection between their fates which I could not unravel, but which (till severed as it now is)wrapped Glyndon himself in the same cloud that concealed her.In prison,--in prison!--it is the gate of the grave! Her trial, and the inevitable execution that follows such trial, is the third day from this.The tyrant has fixed all his schemes of slaughter for the 10th of Thermidor.While the deaths of the unoffending strike awe to the city, his satellites are to massacre his foes.
There is but one hope left,--that the Power which now dooms the doomer, may render me an instrument to expedite his fall.But two days left,--two days! In all my wealth of time I see but two days; all beyond,--darkness, solitude.I may save her yet.The tyrant shall fall the day before that which he has set apart for slaughter! For the first time I mix among the broils and stratagems of men, and my mind leaps up from my despair, armed and eager for the contest."...
A crowd had gathered round the Rue St.Honore; a young man was just arrested by the order of Robespierre.He was known to be in the service of Tallien, that hostile leader in the Convention, whom the tyrant had hitherto trembled to attack.This incident had therefore produced a greater excitement than a circumstance so customary as an arrest in the Reign of Terror might be supposed to create.Amongst the crowd were many friends of Tallien, many foes to the tyrant, many weary of beholding the tiger dragging victim after victim to its den.Hoarse, foreboding murmurs were heard; fierce eyes glared upon the officers as they seized their prisoner; and though they did not yet dare openly to resist, those in the rear pressed on those behind, and encumbered the path of the captive and his captors.
The young man struggled hard for escape, and, by a violent effort, at last wrenched himself from the grasp.The crowd made way, and closed round to protect him, as he dived and darted through their ranks; but suddenly the trampling of horses was heard at hand,--the savage Henriot and his troop were bearing down upon the mob.The crowd gave way in alarm, and the prisoner was again seized by one of the partisans of the Dictator.At that moment a voice whispered the prisoner, "Thou hast a letter which, if found on thee, ruins thy last hope.Give it to me! Iwill bear it to Tallien." The prisoner turned in amaze, read something that encouraged him in the eyes of the stranger who thus accosted him.The troop were now on the spot; the Jacobin who had seized the prisoner released hold of him for a moment to escape the hoofs of the horses: in that moment the opportunity was found,--the stranger had disappeared.
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At the house of Tallien the principal foes of the tyrant were assembled.Common danger made common fellowship.All factions laid aside their feuds for the hour to unite against the formidable man who was marching over all factions to his gory throne.There was bold Lecointre, the declared enemy; there, creeping Barrere, who would reconcile all extremes, the hero of the cowards; Barras, calm and collected; Collet d'Herbois, breathing wrath and vengeance, and seeing not that the crimes of Robespierre alone sheltered his own.
