Chapter 3.5.V.  Like a Thunder-Cloud

Chapter 3.5.VI.  Do thy Duty

Chapter 3.5.VII.  Flame-Picture

BOOK 3.VI.

THERMIDOR

Chapter 3.6.I.  The Gods are athirst

Chapter 3.6.II.  Danton, No weakness

Chapter 3.6.III.  The Tumbrils

Chapter 3.6.IV.  Mumbo-Jumbo

Chapter 3.6.V.  The Prisons

Chapter 3.6.VI.  To finish the Terror

Chapter 3.6.VII.  Go down to

BOOK 3.VII.

VENDEMIAIRE

Chapter 3.7.I.  Decadent

Chapter 3.7.II.  La Cabarus

Chapter 3.7.III.  Quiberon

Chapter 3.7.IV.  Lion not dead

Chapter 3.7.V.  Lion sprawling its last

Chapter 3.7.VI.  Grilled Herrings

Chapter 3.7.VII.  The Whiff of Grapeshot

THE FRENCH REVOLUTION A HISTORY

By

THOMAS CARLYLE

VOLUME I.—­THE BASTILLE

BOOK 1.I.

DEATH OF LOUIS XV.

Chapter 1.1.I.

Louis the Well-Beloved.

President Henault, remarking on royal Surnames of Honour how difficult it often is to ascertain not only why, but even when, they were conferred, takes occasion in his sleek official way, to make a philosophical reflection.  ‘The Surname of Bien-aime (Well-beloved),’ says he, ’which Louis xv. bears, will not leave posterity in the same doubt.  This Prince, in the year 1744, while hastening from one end of his kingdom to the other, and suspending his conquests in Flanders that he might fly to the assistance of Alsace, was arrested at Metz by a malady which threatened to cut short his days.  At the news of this, Paris, all in terror, seemed a city taken by storm:  the churches resounded with supplications and groans; the prayers of priests and people were every moment interrupted by their sobs:  and it was from an interest so dear and tender that this Surname of Bien-aime fashioned itself, a title higher still than all the rest which this great Prince has earned.’ (Abrege Chronologique de l’Histoire de France (Paris, 1775), p. 701.)

So stands it written; in lasting memorial of that year 1744.  Thirty other years have come and gone; and ‘this great Prince’ again lies sick; but in how altered circumstances now!  Churches resound not with excessive groanings; Paris is stoically calm:  sobs interrupt no prayers, for indeed none are offered; except Priests’ Litanies, read or chanted at fixed money-rate per hour, which are not liable to interruption.  The shepherd of the people has been carried home from Little Trianon, heavy of heart, and been put to bed in his own Chateau of Versailles: