CHAPTER IV.

THE FOES FACE TO FACE.

While the queen was looking from the palace to see the Austrians

coming, another was watching in her little reception-rooms. One was

revolution embodied, the other its opponents intensified; that was

Madame Roland, this the queen from Austria.

The real war at this period was between this pair.

A singular thing, both had such influence over their husbands as to

lead them to death, although by different roads.

Dumouriez had thrown a sop to the Jacobins without knowing who the

Colonel Servan was whom he took for Minister of War. He was a favorite

of Madame Roland. Like all the Girondists, of whom she was the light,

the fire, the egeria, he was inspired by that valiant spirit.

But he and Roland were neutralized at the council by Dumouriez. They

had forced the Royalist Constitutional Guards to disband, but they had

merely changed their uniform for that of the Swiss Guards, the sworn

defenders of royalty, and swaggered about the streets more insolently

than before.

Madame Roland suggested that, on the occasion of the July festivals,

a camp of twenty thousand volunteers should be established in Paris.

Servan was to present this as a citizen, apart from his being a

minister. In the same way, Roland was to punish the rebellious priests

who were preaching from the pulpits that taxpayers would be damned, by

ordering their exile.

Dumouriez supported the volunteer proposition at the council, in the

hope that the new-comers would be Jacobins; that is, the Invisibles, by

whom neither the Girondists nor the Feuillants would profit.

"If your majesty vetoes it," he said, firmly, "instead of the twenty

thousand authorized, we shall have forty thousand unruly spirits in

town, who may with one rush upset Constitution, Assembly, and the

throne. Had we been vanquishers--But we must give in--I say accept."

But the queen urged the king to stand firm. As we know, she would

rather be lost than be saved by Lafayette.

As for the decree against the priests, it was another matter. The king

said that he wavered in temporal questions as he judged them with his

mind, which was fallible; but he tried religious matters with his

conscience, which was infallible!

But they could not dispense with Dumouriez at this juncture.

"Accept the volunteer act," said the queen, at last; "let the camp be

at Soissons, where the general says he will gradually draft them off

out of the way; and--well, we will see about the decree aimed at the

priests. Dumouriez has your promise, but there must be some way of

evading the issue when you are the Jesuits' pupil!"

Roland, Servan, and Clavieres resigned, and the Assembly applauded

their act as deserving the thanks of the country.

Hearing of this, and that Dumouriez was badly compromised, the pupil of

Vauguyon agreed to the Volunteer Camp Bill, but pleading conscientious

scruples, deferred signing the decree banishing the refractory

priests. This made the new ministers wince, and Dumouriez went away

sore at heart. The king had almost succeeded in baffling him, the

fine diplomatist, sharp politician, and the general whose courage was

doubled by intrigue!

He found at home the spies' reports that the Invisibles were holding

meetings in the working quarters, and openly at Santerre's brewery. He

wrote to warn the king, whose answer was:

"Do not believe that I can be bullied; my mind is made up."

Dumouriez replied, asking for an audience, and requested his successor

to be sought for. It was clear that the anti-revolutionist party felt

strong.

Indeed, they were reckoning on the following forces:

The Constitutional Guards, six thousand strong, disbanded, but ready

to fly to arms at the first call; seven or eight thousand Knights of

the Order of St. Louis, whose red ribbon was the rallying token; three

battalions of Switzers, sixteen hundred men, picked soldiers, unshaken

as the old Helvetic rocks.

Better than all, Lafayette had written: "Persist, sire; fortified with

the authority the National Assembly has delegated to you, you will find

all good citizens on your side!"

The plan was to gather all the forces at a given signal, seize the

cannon of each section of Paris, shut up the Jacobin's Club-house and

the Assembly, add all the Royalists in the National Guard, say, a

contingent of fifteen thousand men, and wait for Lafayette, who might

march up in three days.

The misfortune was that the queen would not hear of Lafayette.

Lafayette was merely the Revolution moderated, and might prolong it and

lead to a republic like that he had brought round in America; while the

Jacobins' outrageous rule would sicken the people and could not endure.

Oh, had Charny been at hand! But it was not even known where he was;

and were it known, it would be too low an abasement for the woman, if

not the queen, to have recourse to him.

The night passed tumultuously at the palace, where they had the means

of defense and attack, but not a hand strong enough to grasp and hurl

them.

Dumouriez and his colleagues came to resign. They affirmed they were

willing to die for the king, but to do this for the clergy would only

precipitate the downfall of the monarchy.

"Sire," pleaded Dumouriez, "your conscience is misled; you are beguiled

into civil war. Without strength, you must succumb, and history, while

sorrowing for you, will blame you for causing the woes of France."

"Heaven be my witness that I wished but her happiness!"

"I do not doubt that; but one must account to the King of kings not

only for purity of intentions, but the enlightened use of intentions.

You suppose you are saving religion, but you will destroy it; your

priests will be massacred; your broken crown will roll in your blood,

the queen's, your children's, perhaps--oh, my king, my king!"

Choking, he applied his lips to the royal hand. With perfect serenity,

and a majesty of which he might not be believed capable, Louis replied.

"You are right, general. I expect death, and forgive my murderers

beforehand. You have well served me; I esteem you, and am affected by

your sympathy. Farewell, sir!"

With Dumouriez going, royalty had parted with its last stay. The king

threw off the mask, and stood with uncovered face before the people.

Let us see what the people were doing on their side.

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