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The Republic was established. _Alea jacta_, as Lamartine observed later.
THE TWENTY-FIFTH.
During the morning everything at and in the neighbourhood of the Mairie of the Eighth Arrondiss.e.m.e.nt was relatively calm, and the steps to maintain order taken the previous day with the approval of M. Ernest Moreau appeared to have a.s.sured the security of the quarter.* I thought I might leave the Place Royale and repair towards the centre of the city with my son Victor. The restlessness and agitation of a people (of the people of Paris!) on the morrow of a revolution was a spectacle that had an irresistible attraction for me.
* On the evening of the 24th, there had been reason to apprehend disturbances in the Eighth Arrondiss.e.m.e.nt, disturbances particularly serious in that they would not have been of a political character. The prowlers and evil-doers with hang-dog mien who seem to issue from the earth in times of trouble were very much in evidence in the streets.
At the Prison of La Force, in the Rue Saint Antoine, the common law criminals had begun a revolt by locking up their keepers. To what public force could appeal be made? The Munic.i.p.al Guard had been disbanded, the army was confined to barracks; as to the police, no one would have known where to find them. Victor Hugo, in a speech which this time was cheered, confided life and property to the protection and devotedness of the people. A civic guard in blouses was improvised. Empty shops that were to let were transformed into guard houses, patrols were organized and sentries posted. The rebellious prisoners at La Force, terrified by the a.s.sertion that cannon (which did not exist) had been brought to bear upon the prison and that unless they surrendered promptly and unconditionally they would be blown sky-high, submitted quietly and returned to work.
The weather was cloudy, but mild, and the rain held off. The streets were thrilling with a noisy, joyous crowd. The people continued with incredible ardour to fortify the barricades that had already been constructed, and even to build new ones. Bands of them with flags flying and drums beating marched about shouting "Long live the Republic!" and singing the "Ma.r.s.eillaise and Die for the Fatherland!" The cafes were crowded to overflowing, but many of the shops were closed, as on holidays; and, indeed, the city did present a holiday appearance.
I made my way along the quays to the Pont Neuf. There, at the bottom of a proclamation I read the name of Lamartine, and having seen the people, I experienced the desire to see my great friend. I therefore turned back with Victor towards the Hotel de Ville.
As on the previous day, the square in front of the building was filled with a crowd, and the crowd was so compact that it immobilized itself.
It was impossible to approach the steps of the front entrance. After several attempts to get somewhere near to them, I was about to force my way back out of the crowd when I was perceived by M. Froment-Meurice, the artist-goldsmith, brother of my young friend, Paul Meurice. He was a major of the National Guard, and on duty with his battalion at the Hotel de Ville. "Make way!" he shouted authoritatively. "Make way for Victor Hugo!" And the human wall opened, how I do not know, before his epaulettes.
The entrance once pa.s.sed, M. Froment-Meurice guided us up all sorts of stairways, and through corridors and rooms enc.u.mbered with people. As we were pa.s.sing a man came from a group, and planting himself in front of me, said: "Citizen Victor Hugo, shout 'Long live the Republic!'"
"I will shout nothing by order," said I. "Do you understand what liberty is? For my part, I practise it. I will shout to-day 'Long live the people!' because it pleases me to do so. The day when I shout 'Long live the Republic!' it will be because I want to."
"Hear! hear! He is right," murmured several voices.
And we pa.s.sed on.
After many detours M. Froment-Meurice ushered us into a small room where he left us while he went to inform Lamartine that I wished to see him.
The gla.s.s door of the room gave on to a gallery, pa.s.sing along which I saw my friend David d'Angers, the great statuary. I called to him.
David, who was an old-time Republican, was beaming. "Ah! my friend, what a glorious day!" he exclaimed. He told me that the Provisional Government had appointed him Mayor of the Eleventh Arrondiss.e.m.e.nt. "They have sent for you for something of the same kind, I suppose?" he said.
"No," I answered, "I have not been sent for. I came of my own accord just to shake Lamartine's hand."
M. Froment-Meurice returned and announced that Lamartine awaited me. I left Victor in the room, telling him to wait there till I came back, and once more followed my obliging guide through more corridors that led to a vestibule that was crowded with people. "They are all office seekers!"
explained M. Froment-Meurice. The Provisional Government was holding a session in the adjoining room. The door was guarded by two armed grenadiers of the National Guard, who were impa.s.sible, and deaf alike to entreaties and menaces. I had to force my way through this crowd. One of the grenadiers, on the lookout for me, opened the door a little way to let me in. The crowd immediately made a rush and tried to push past the sentries, who, however, aided by M. Froment-Meurice, forced them back and closed the door behind me.
I was in a s.p.a.cious hall that formed the angle of one of the pavilions of the Hotel de Ville, and was lighted on two sides by long windows. I would have preferred to find Lamartine alone, but there were with him, dispersed about the room and talking to friends or writing, three or four of his colleagues in the Provisional Government, Arago, Marie, and Armand Marrast. Lamartine rose as I entered. On his frock-coat, which was b.u.t.toned up as usual, he wore an ample tri-colour sash, slung across his shoulder. He advanced to meet me, and stretching out his hand, exclaimed: "Ah! you have come over to us! Victor Hugo is a strong recruit indeed for the Republic."
"Not so fast, my friend," said I with a laugh. "I have come simply to see my friend Lamartine. Perhaps you are not aware of the fact that yesterday while you were opposing the Regency in the Chamber, I was defending it in the Place de la Bastille."
"Yesterday, that was all right; but to-day? There is now neither Regency nor Royalty. It is impossible that Victor Hugo is not at heart Republican."
"In principle, yes, I am. The Republic is, in my opinion, the only rational form of government, the only one worthy of the nations. The universal Republic is inevitable in the natural course of progress. But has its hour struck in France? It is because I want the Republic that I want it to be durable and definitive. You are going to consult the nation, are you not?--the whole nation?"
"The whole nation, a.s.suredly. We of the Provisional Government are all for universal suffrage."
At this moment Arago came up to us with M. Armand Marrast, who held a folded paper in his hand.
"My dear friend," said Lamartine, "know that this morning we selected you for Mayor of your arrondiss.e.m.e.nt."
"And here is the patent signed by us all," said Armand Marrast.
"I thank you," said I, "but I cannot accept it."
"Why?" continued Arago. "These are non-political and purely gratuitous functions."
"We were informed just now about the attempted revolt at La Force,"
added Lamartine. "You did better than suppress it, you forestalled it.
You are loved and respected in your arrondiss.e.m.e.nt."
"My authority is wholly moral," I rejoined; "it could but lose weight in becoming official. Besides, on no account would I dispossess M. Ernest Moreau, who has borne himself loyally and valiantly throughout this trouble."
Lamartine and Arago insisted: "Do not refuse our brevet."
"Very well," said I, "I will take it--for the sake of the autographs; but it is understood that I keep it in my pocket."
"Yes, keep it," said Armand Marrast laughingly, "so that you can say that one day you were _pair_ and the next day _maire_."
Lamartine took me aside into the recess of a window.
"It is not a mairie I would like you to have, but a ministry. Victor Hugo, the Republic's Minister of Instruction! Come now, since you say that you are Republican!"
"Republican--in principle. But in fact, I was yesterday peer of France, I was yesterday for the Regency, and, believing the Republic to be premature, I should be also for the Regency to-day."
"Nations are above dynasties," went on Lamartine. "I, too, have been a Royalist."
"Yes, but you were a deputy, elected by the nation; I was a peer, appointed by the King."
"The King in choosing you, under the terms of the Const.i.tution, in one of the categories from which the Upper House was recruited, but honoured the peerage and also honoured himself."
"I thank you," said I, "but you look at things from the outside; I consider them in my conscience."
We were interrupted by the noise of a prolonged fusillade which broke out suddenly on the square. A bullet smashed a window-pane above our heads.
"What is the matter now?" exclaimed Lamartine in sorrowful tones.
M. Armand Marrast and M. Marie went out to see what was going on.
"Ah! my friend," continued Lamartine, "how heavy is this revolutionary power to bear! One has to a.s.sume such weighty and such sudden responsibilities before one's conscience and in presence of history! I do not know how I have been living during the past ten days. Yesterday I had a few grey hairs; to-morrow they will be white."
"Yes, but you are doing your duty as a man of genius grandly," I commented.
In a few minutes M. Armand Marrast returned.
"It was not against us," he said. "How the lamentable affray came about could not be explained to me. There was a collision, the rifles went off, why? Was it a misunderstanding, was it a quarrel between Socialists and Republicans? No one knows."
"Are there any wounded?"