Madame de Polignac, Madame de Guiche, and the Count
de Vaudreuil, favorites of the Queen, the Abbe de Vermont
her confessor, the Prince of Conde. and Duke of Bourbon
fled. The King came to Paris, leaving the Queen
in consternation for his return. Omitting the
less important figures of the procession, the King’s
carriage was in the centre; on each side of it, the
Assembly, in two ranks afoot; at their head the Marquis
de la Fayette, as commander-in-chief, on horse-back,
and
Bourgeois guards before and behind.
About sixty thousand citizens, of all forms and conditions,
armed with the conquests of the Bastile and Invalids,
as far as they would go, the rest with pistols, swords,
pikes, pruning hooks, scythes, &c. lined all the streets
through which the procession passed, and with the
crowds of people in the streets, doors, and windows,
saluted them everywhere with the cries of ’
Vive
la Nation,’ but not a single ‘
Vive
le Roi’ was heard. The King stopped
at the
Hotel de Ville. There M. Bailly
presented, and put into his hat, the popular cockade,
and addressed him. The King being unprepared,
and unable to answer, Bailly went to him, gathered
from him some scraps of sentences, and made out an
answer, which he delivered to the audience, as from
the King. On their return, the popular cries were
‘
Vive le Roi et la Nation.’
He was conducted by a
garde Bourgeoise, to
his palace at Versailles, and thus concluded such an
’
amende honorable,’ as no sovereign
ever made, and no people ever received.
And here, again, was lost another precious occasion
of sparing to France the crimes and cruelties through
which she has since passed, and to Europe, and finally
America, the evils which flowed on them also from
this mortal source. The King was now become a
passive machine in the hands of the National Assembly,
and had he been left to himself, he would have willingly
acquiesced in whatever they should devise as best
for the nation. A wise constitution would have
been formed, hereditary in his line, himself placed
at its head, with powers so large, as to enable him
to do all the good of his station, and so limited,
as to restrain him from its abuse. This he would
have faithfully administered, and more than this,
I do not believe, he ever wished. But he had a
Queen of absolute sway over his weak mind and timid
virtue, and of a character the reverse of his in all
points. This angel, as gaudily painted in the
rhapsodies of Burke, with some smartness of fancy,
but no sound sense, was proud, disdainful of restraint,
indignant at all obstacles to her will, eager in the
pursuit of pleasure, and firm enough to hold to her
desires, or perish in their wreck. Her inordinate
gambling and dissipations, with those of the Count
d’Artois, and others of her clique, had been
a sensible item in the exhaustion of the treasury,
which called into action the reforming hand of the
nation; and her opposition to it, her inflexible perverseness,