Jacobins’ Club. They sat, they stood, they harangued, they applauded, they dissented6, they stayed late in the Club of the Jacobins. At times they stayed all night, gods denouncing the old Titans. The gods, an unnamed Titan in their own element, had all the nave7 of the Jacobins{410}’ church. Up from pavement to hollow roof, tier on tier, climbed the benches, narrow stairs and galleries giving access. Thus was made circle above circle for patriot Paris, for patriot provinces come up to Paris, for forward-looking, revolutionary-minded units drawn8 to Paris from the elsewhere world, come to observe France and Paris and the cradle turnings of a mighty9 Change. Circle above circle sat full, even crowded. The topmost circle, putting up its hand, might touch the groined roof. The lowermost circle, shuffling10 feet on pavement, must look up a little to the platform and the seated officers of the Society.
The platform was built against a pyramidal, tall shape of black marble, a sepulchral11 monument left in the Church of the Jacobins. Back of officers were ranged, each in white plaster, each on his pedestal, busts12 of Patriots13 whom men must honour. Here were Mirabeau, American Franklin, and others. The lower throng14 of the amphitheatre faced these and the platform. But midway from floor to roof the circles drew level with the tribune. The tribune was built high, built very high, and midmost of the nave. A light stair climbed to it. Up here, as from a Simeon’s Pillar, as from a fount, hill-top high, came the voices addressing the Jacobins’ Society, Paris, France, Europe, and America, Mankind, Reason, and Unreason.
The autumn it was of 1791. In the Tuileries, guarded by red Swiss, still waked or slept as the case might be, a King and his family. The old Constituent15 Assembly had passed away; a new Assembly was beginning what work it might do. In the prisons waked or slept Suspects, but the prisons were not filled as they would come to be filled. Hope of a world that must change, changing temperately—it was still possible to indulge that hope! Even in{411} nightly meetings of the Society of the Jacobins it might be indulged. The gods had not yet loosed the mad god. They were going to war to the end with the Titans, but there seemed room for hope that these might be vanquished17 without calling in the ghastly allies, the monsters of the gods’ own deeps. There was room for pure natures to believe that. Why should victory be a Pyrrhic victory?
The Club of the Jacobins on an autumn night, and a fever of thought, crescent thought and senescent thought; concepts, rulers to come, hardly out of swaddling bands, and concepts tottering18, failing, old men fiercely loth to come to the grave. Thought in a fever, and emotion a boiling deep....
The circles, red-capped, glowed like poppy beds. But the poppies stood not for sleep, nor for languorous19 “let the world go daffing by!” Noise ran and leaped through all the circles, fierce outbursts of “Yes!” and “No!”—fierce, exultant20 laughter, fierce muttering and growling21 of dissent5. At times the myriad-brained produced from the heights of itself clearness, intelligence, and nobility. These were halcyon22 times, clear intelligence in the tribune, clear intelligence in the circles! The next hour, intelligence might weaken and doze23 away, and all the past rise in murk and storm.
From the tribune many and many had spoken, tongues eloquent25 and tongues stumbling, heavy-laden, minds of varying scope. Darkness and cold had spoken, and darkness and heat. Glowing heat had often spoken. Now and then light spoke24. Hunger spoke, hunger of the body, hunger of the mind, hunger of the spirit, hunger and longing26 and all in varying degrees.
The night was September. Above Paris the cauldron{412} hung a tranquil27 sky, a great full moon. The cauldron boiled and bubbled, it sent forth28 restless particles, rising steam-mist, colours, blue and green and wine-red, scintillating29. Where rose the ancient Church of the Jacobins, where debated the Revolutionary Society, called of the Jacobins, the cauldron boiled intensest.
The circles swept crowded from pavement to roof with patriots, citoyens, citoyennes, Parisians, provincials30, citizens of elsewhere in the world, dreamers, hopers, and builders, sometimes with clouds, dwellers31 in Idea-land. Back of the platform, of the gleaming busts of Patriots, flags were draped. There were old Ideas made visible! Why should not other and greater Ideas get their incarnation?
Upon the president’s platform, beside the president and lesser32 officers of the Jacobins’ Society, sat, tricolor-cockaded, three or four who might speak this night, mounting the tribune high-raised between pavement and dome33. One speaker was there now, a bulky Patriot, dark-visaged, black-headed, with a great voice that boomed and reverberated34 in the nave of the Jacobins. And he was a favourite, and the circles applauded. Passionate35 he waxed, sublime36 upon the Rights of Man!
At last he made an end, though still he spoke, coming down the stair, and while he made his way across the crowded pavement. The Jacobins applauded like a roaring wind, up and down the poppies shook!
The president rang his bell. He was speaking of the next speaker—a Patriot from the South. The Patriot from the South, nimble and dark, climbed the tribune stair and from the space atop saluted37 every quarter of the Jacobins, then fell to speaking, fierily38 and well. He had{413} for subject kings in their palaces, aristocrats39 entrenched40, and National Assemblies too fondly dandling the past. The Jacobins roared assent41, by acclamation gave him more than his set time. When he was done the circles were like a red sea in storm.
The president rang his bell thrice.... Here in the tribune stood an Englishman, slow but weighty, member of the London Corresponding Society, friend of Revolutions. He spoke of Independence, of the Power of the Mind, of the decaying foundations of Oppressions, of fair play and equal way, of the True, the Beautiful, and the Good, lastly of the call to action very fully42 provided by this moment in the World-Epic.... The Jacobins applauded because they felt friendly toward English friends of Liberty, and because, indeed, many sat there who could listen absorbed to speech of abstractions. The Englishman ended, went with his cool deliberateness back to the platform. The president’s bell rang....
In the circles were very many women; in all Paris and France women were afoot while men rode. Women as spectators, as consolers, encouragers, applauders, inciters, women as m?nad participants, priestesses of the marching god, furies when there was need for furies—France and Paris understood these! In the circles sat citoyennes enough. Often enough, passionate and fluent enough, citoyennes sprang to their feet and harangued, urging bread for their young, freedom du peuple, bread—bread! Women, to-night, had place in all the circles, the higher, the midmost and the lower,—attendants’ place, sympathizers’, encouragers’ place, under due orders, participants’ place....
Upon the platform, on the bench behind the president, sat, with those who had earlier spoken, a man and a{414} woman. Behind them gleamed the flags and the Patriots’ busts and the great monument of black marble. The man and woman seemed about of an age, just this side perhaps of thirty-five. They were well-made, fair to look upon, light and strong, dressed, needfully, with simplicity43, but here, where that was not required, with a clean simplicity. They sat looking into the hollow of the Jacobins, into the resounding44 shell.
The president’s bell rang. Standing45, he was speaking of these two whom he himself had brought here to-night, of Jean and Espérance Merlin. It seemed that they had come from Brittany, from the sea, drawn to Paris, as others were drawn, because it announced itself soil for the sowing of Ideas. It seemed that Jean Merlin was a teacher who taught in a way that was not usual—a way that he and his wife had worked out together—Espérance Merlin no less than Jean. It seemed also that they were good, if quiet, lovers of France and that they had long and heroically relieved misery46 in their town by the sea. It seemed that once they had done the speaker a kindness—a kindness that he had never forgotten. If their ideas should ring strange to some.... Still, in that beautiful future that all might plainly see, many ideas that once rang strange.... “Citoyens, citoyennes, the Society of the Jacobins is hospitable47 to Ideas! They come to us upon the clouds, from east and west and north and south. And some we will take to heart and some we will not, but we will give to all a hearing. We shall not be afraid of strangeness.... Jean and Espérance Merlin!”
Speakers to-night to the Jacobins had each but short time. When the tribune was done, the floor, the galleries, the circles must speak. Now the red caps moved about,{415} the voices strongly murmured like a turbulent sea. Then the sea settled to hear Jean and Espérance Merlin.
The two mounted together the tribune stair. The man stood first in the speaker’s place, the woman sat down upon the topmost stair, awaiting her turn. A few in the hall of the Jacobins knew them, or knew of them, of what they did and thought in their country by the sea. These applauded. Jean Merlin began to speak.
Presently he motioned to the seated woman. She rose and stood beside him. She spoke, he resting from speech. Her voice was a deep bell, carrying through the Jacobins’ amphitheatre. She spoke of the Freeing of Women. The sweet and deep bell sound of her voice ceased; she stood silent while the man took the word. Again, the Freeing of Women. Freedom of Man and Freedom of Woman. The two speakers had simplicity, largeness, and strength; they had holding power. Deep and wide by now was their wisdom-garden, and beautiful, at times, the light that played there.
What they had come to say was said. They quitted the tribune, descended49 the tribune stair. In the hall of the Jacobins those travellers abreast50 with them, or close behind them, gave them applauding recognition. But very many disagreed, and some gave fierce expression to that disagreement. The two reached the floor, stood there among the throng. The president’s bell rang and rang again.... Here was a Patriot, urging from the tribune Fêtes and Demonstrations51. The poppy circles were giving ear. On went the night in the Society of the Jacobins.
Continuously persons entered or quitted the amphitheater. The coming and going received no especial attention. On went the voices, the emotional heat, rapturous{416} agreements, sudden and violent disagreements.... Jean and Espérance Merlin rose at last from a bench in the shadow of that monument of black marble and, unobserved by most, went out of the Church of the Jacobins. Near the door stood together a woman and a man. As Espérance approached, the woman stepped forward; she put out her hand and touched the hand of Espérance. “I am an Englishwoman,” she said. “Mary Wollstonecraft. I cry ‘yea’ to what you said!”
Forth from the Society of the Jacobins, in the street, the two looked up to the heavens and the round moon. After heat and noise within here seemed infinite stillness and balm. The next moment the fevered heart beats, the fevered breathing of the city made themselves felt; the outward stillness and balm were gone. The fancy of each turned to their house by the sea, the cliffs and the sand and the sea and the world behind the sea. “Shall we go back soon?”
“Shall we?... This sea also calls for sailors.”
They had rented a clean, topmost floor in a house by the Seine. Now they made their way thither53 through the unsolitary, the still sounding streets. Up many steps they climbed, past doors of other occupants of the house. They unlocked and went in at their own door. Only the roof stood now between them and the sky of night. Moreover, there stretched a lower and jutting54 bit of roof, parapetted, and reached by a door opening from one of their two rooms. They lighted a candle; seated at a clean, bare table they ate a little bread, drank a little wine, then, rising, put out the candle and stepped from that other door out upon the guarded bit of roof. Here they had placed a bench. Now they sat down upon this, their arms upon the para{417}pet, above and around them the splendour of the night. They were up so high that the sound of the streets came muted, coalesced55, like an ever running, even running stream. For a time they kept silence, then they talked, though with silences between their words.
“Put what will come on the top of the moment away.... The moonlight ... and thou and I.”
“Thou and I.”
“The long, the terrible, entrancing, ugly, and beautiful past!”
“And now all welcome. Rich ground for the fruit tree!”
“The without comes within ... and is made lovely.”
“And makes in time a without lovelier than the first.... And it goes on.... To dwell in the wondrous56 centre!”
They sat quiet. The sunlight poured upon the moon, the foam57 and spray back springing gave light to night-time earth. “Thou and I.... It is a night for memory!”
“I hear a voice singing in the street. Do you remember—”
“... Fiery58 death.... Do you remember a Greek town?”
“Yes, painfully.... Oh, the much that I remember!”
“The detail sunken, but the touch and the taste and the odour still. When we wronged each the other—”
“Long past that—long past!”
“And when we loved and helped each the other—and the amount and the bliss59 of that grows!”
“The old wronging was in ignorance.”
“In ignorance.”
The moon shone, the night wind breathed, the murmur48 of the streets lessened60 as the night grew old. The two went in from the roof, lay soon in deep sleep. In the{418} morning they waked, then dressed and breakfasted, then stepped again upon the parapetted bit of roof. Paris lay in an early, a rosy61 light. They stood and gazed, and they saw round and round beyond Paris. Presently, leaving the roof and the two high-built rooms, they went down into the streets.
Autumn waned62 and with it hope of temperate16 change. Change was no less needed, no less inevitable63, but change, it was seen, still wore a red garment. The time for her white garments delayed, delayed. Still blood-red....
Winter waxed and waned; spring was here and summer, summer of France. Here in the human heart of France was winter, and here it was torrid heat. September breathed over the land, but here in the heart of France the winter deepened, and here the heat encreased, encreased. Flame and murk in this heart of France, and the angel Alteration64, red without as a demon52....
Jean and Espérance Merlin did not go back to the house by the sea. It held them—Paris. Even in this to-day of the world children must have schooling65. The two from the sea made a school in the storey beneath the storey of the two rooms and the parapetted roof. Here, each forenoon, they taught children of Paris, ten in all. They taught after the method the two had worked out, long years by the sea. Here as there it answered, making happy children, learning happily.
That half of the day gone, the children gone, the two in the rooms up under the roof ate their frugal66, wholesome67 meal, rested, then when the sun was in the western quarter, went down into Paris.
They never mistook that there was an angel underneath68 the red demon garb69. They had been far in the world....{419}
But in the autumn of 1792 Alteration stood fearful to look upon. Strongly, strongly was the angel imprisoned70 and straitened in the demon.
In August the prisons were choked. In September Paris grew blood-red.
Still Jean and Espérance Merlin kept their school together; still, before they slept, they sat upon the guarded roof with the stars above, the earth beneath; still through the free half of the day they went out into Paris. They saw the angel and the demon; knew that they could only know both because they were formed of both—and strove with incessancy71 to sublime the demon.
At last they could keep school no longer....
They came down into the street and heard the tocsin, as they had heard it for days before. A multitude was in the street. Hoof72 sound and wheel sound, and here was a carriage going heavily over the paving-stones. Behind it laboured a second and a third, “Non-jurant priests and Aristocrats going to prison—” One in the multitude flung a stone; others ran before the horses, made a wall that stopped them. The coachman flung down the reins73, got from the boxes. Overhead the bells were making a wild and rapid sound. Red everywhere—and a sudden sprouting74, like March points above the earth, of pike and sabre.
Those who had been crowded into the carriages came forth and stood in the street with blanched75 faces and a trembling of the limbs. There were men and there were women. “Citoyens, we, like you, have wished in our hearts to do right—”
“The liars76!” cried a small man with a cutlass, and leaped upon one of the slighter prisoners. Frenzy77 loosened, shrieked78.{420}
The traces had been cut, the horses taken away. The threatened men and women pressed close to the carriage bodies, the wheels, finding here a momentary79 wall to stand against. The first, the second wall were dragged away, the prisoners massacred.
Jean and Espérance Merlin, coming into the street from their house, faced the third carriage and the miserable80 ones pressed against it.... The two made way through the shouting throng, stood before the prisoners. In the opposing and threatening mass, drawn from these by-streets, they saw more than one or two whose children they had taught. “Citoyens! Shall we be tyrants81, slaying83 because it is not hard to slay82? What value in the New if it be not more blissful-fearless than the Old! Wisdom in our hearts—mercy for these folk!”
A woman living in that street cried out: “It is as those two say! I’ll follow the Merlins who taught the children so well!”
Espérance stretched out her arms. “O friends, we have had enough of smiting84! They are as helpless as are children!”
Paris gathered here in this street let those endangered go; let them enter the house where the Merlins lived. There, at the top of the house, during that week’s madness, they stayed obscure, unharmed; at the end of it got somehow from Paris, to the frontier, over the frontier.
Jean and Espérance Merlin dosed their school. In Paris lay Freedom, wounded in her own house....
The two were of the months that followed and not of them. They were of the Revolution, but not of the anger, revenge, and fear that wove the ugly garment. Long since they had themselves worn the ugly garment. Shreds85 and{421} patches of it might yet cling, and in times of inner weakness burn like the Nessus weave it was. But as a whole they wore it not; their being had discarded it.
In this time and place they were not Jacobin, they hardly seemed Girondin. To the unaided eye they did not plot nor plan. They went about, and it seemed that they were concerned only with helping86 individual wretchedness. Perhaps they themselves saw something further and wider than the immediate87 and individual....
A power that was simple and strong, direct and friendly, became a raft to sustain them in the boiling sea of the here and now. Infuriated men and women, men and women gnawed88 by suspicion of all neighbours and things, even, it might seem, of picture and statue and of the moving air, yet trusted them and let them pass. Mad Paris that tore its own flesh tore not them. They stayed many months in this trebly-fevered world. All that might be perceived was that a few minds caught from them calm and reflection, followed them into insight.
Winter, and the red robe showed redder yet, and the black shadows blacker yet. Now the guillotine took toll89, took toll, took toll. Spring with her bright laughter, but the earth more maddened, more terror-struck; summer, and the wild pace heightened....
Jean and Espérance sat in a starlight night upon that bit of level roof just without their attic90 door. They leaned against the parapet, they looked afar and downward.
“Fear and hate and love and courage—all in the alembic! See the red, the green, the blue—the lion, the rose, the lily.... Salamander, sylph, undine and gnome—the beast and the human one and the god walking free....{422}”
Their hands touched upon the parapet, they looked afar over the city. “Babylon—”
“Rome and an amphitheatre there—O the children down below!”
They sat there long, watching as from a tower head. A meteor gleamed. “I think that soon we shall leave this house that we have loved. The city maddens more and more. We shall not escape accusation91.”
“No.... Prison—death—life again!”
The suns wheeled in space. The invisible centres indrew and outflung.
Three nights after this they were taken. Accused of plots—known to have succoured Foes92. They came before judges who once had had some knowledge of them, but in delirium93 old knowledges pass, and it made no difference. But the essential unity94 of the two so impressed itself that none seemed to think of parting them. Together they came into prison.
Choked were the prisons of Paris. Space once unused was brought into requisition, corridors and vacant guardrooms, rooms not meant for prisoners, rooms looking through fair-sized windows upon courtyards. Prisoners went every day from prison to death, but immediately more prisoners filled their places. Jean and Espérance looked with others out of fair-sized windows; with others were let to move about in a small courtyard, Patriot-guarded.
One great tree stood in this yard and underneath had been placed heavy benches. Here, through much of the day, might sit the prisoners.
None knew, in the unreason of the time, why some scarce touched prison before the tumbrils came for them, taking{423} them away to the place of death, and why some were left so long in prison. Some were left so long that in a strange and piteous way the place grew homelike. In this prison a duster of persons were so kept from week to week, from month to month.
There was a group.... None knew why after long crowding this prison should now by degrees be emptied, leaving at last a handful. None knew why it did not at once fill again, nor why these few were left like shades or prophecies, in the comfortless rooms, in the sombre courtyard, under the sombre tree.
All was not sombre. This group had become friends. Ripe autumn light lay at times upon the stones and made the tree aerial. Sitting on the steps before Death’s great door the hearts of men and women were unbound, their minds enlarged. More than twice or thrice a day the grey walls threw back laughter. Those there were who thought, imagined, visioned. Underneath the pall95 the good-as-dead smiled and planned the dawn.
Jean and Espérance Merlin sat, part of this handful, beneath the tree. This individual earth-summer was turning toward brown autumn, toward winter icy-fingered. The leaves of the tree were drifting down. But ever, behind the winter, might be seen another spring.
In this cluster of prisoners were men and women, the young, those at prime and the old. Many grades of opinion were there, various lives and sorrows and joys. But all now were friends, and as friends sat and talked.
They talked of Freedom....
It seemed that it was the Unimprisonable.
Fell a bright evening, soft and bright and sweet in the courtyard, beneath the tree from which the leaves were{424} falling. Toward sunset came a visitation, a gaoler and men with tri-colour sashes, officers of the Terror, of that bloody96 excrescence upon Revolution. “To-morrow other folk here, but none here who are now here!”
“Unless it be their ghosts—”
They turned and went, leaving the gold light in the courtyard. “Imperishably here, too!” said Espérance Merlin. “How many prisons, and how many leave-takings of prisons! Let it pass into a mood, grave and lifted!”
The rooms darkened, the courtyard darkened. This cluster of prisoners sat quietly, talked quietly until the stars shone like fruit in the tree. They parted, to sleep, or to lie straight and still upon their pallets, or to rise and measuredly pace, through the night, their prison room. The night passed. In the faintest dawn, by candlelight, they were brought together in the courtyard. Food and drink were given them, and they waited here for the wagons97 of death.
Among the distinguishing characteristics of this time must be placed courage before the death of the body. None of this especial cluster lacked that courage. It had been long a cluster, thought and feeling running swiftly from globe to globe. The eastern sky, behind the building line, began to glow.
Said an old man, “When I was ten years old I knew part of a lane that led from our farm. It ran a long way, and then it seemed to end in a rock wall. I thought that it ended there. When I made up stories to myself about it, I always said ‘the end’! One day I hid from my mother and went fearfully up that long way just to see the end. And when I got there the lane bent98 around the rock wall, and{425} there was a road, a wider road.... It astonished me and pleased me....”
Jean Merlin spoke. “There is a network of roads—and one passing out of the net....”
Said a woman: “Shall we have Freedom here—here on earth? O my country! O my world!”
Espérance turned to her, took her hand. “Oh, widened the country, and transformed the world! And here a haven99 of rest and here again long adventure. But ever a richer rest and ever a higher adventure! And ever more worth while—ever a stronger and sweeter taste. Ever more real, and ever better choice of what shall be real—”
They heard the tumbrils, the wagons of death. These stopped, the barred gate of the courtyard opened. The sky was coral red behind the tree. A still dawn, and the leaves falling gently from the boughs100....
The streets and houses of the city, the moving people, indifferent now, so often had they seen them, to these wagons, the sky above the city.... Jean and Espérance sat side by side. “When this day, too, shall be one of many past days—and we strike the note again and recall it, and say, ‘Even then the bitter bore the sweet....’”
“Together.... The widening ring of the together. Fused—the this and that, the we and they fused.... Then is born the immortal101 being of all the memories! Then begins the deep adventure of that That!”
“Are you woman—am I man? We are one!”
“Are these who go with us others? Are these others in the streets, and these in the square to which we come?—O action within and upon One’s self! O moulding hand moulding One’s self! And then, far beyond and overhead,{426} again the huge, the sweet adventure!... Out of One’s self to make again the Child, to make again the Comrade—”
All around shone the bright morning—
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