Revolution, he will made himself
all-powerful in that palace of the Tuileries where the riot is lording
it at this moment! And after him, the brother of the King whom you
insult to-day and will kill to-morrow, the Count de Provence, that
_emigre_ who is the object of your hatred, will triumphantly enter the
palace of his forefathers. And each of them in his turn, the Corsican
gentleman and the brother of Louis XVI., will be received with the same
transports in that fatal palace which is now red with the blood of the
Swiss! How surprised these people would be if they could foresee what
the future has in store for them! Among these frenzied demagogues,
these ultra-revolutionists, these dishevelled Marseillais with lips
blackened by powder, and jackets all blood, how many will be the
fanatical admirers and soldiers of a Caesar!

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XXXI.

THE RESULTS OF THE COMBAT.

The results of the combat were, at the Assembly, the decree of
suspension, or, rather, the decree of deposition; at the Tuileries,
devastation, massacre, and conflagration. From the moment when he
ordered his last defenders to lay down their arms, Louis XVI. was but
the phantom of a king.

While the fight was going on, Robespierre had remained in hiding; Marat
had not quitted the bottom of a cellar. Even Danton, the man of
"audacity," did not show himself until after the last shot had been
fired. But now that fate had declared for the Revolution, those who
were trembling and hesitating a moment since, were those who talked the
loudest. Louis XVI., who had been dreaded a few minutes ago, was
insulted and jeered at. The National Assembly, royalist in the
morning, became the accomplice of the republicans during the day. It
perceived, moreover, that the 10th of August was aimed at it not less
than at the throne, and that its own downfall would be contemporaneous
with that of royalty.

Huguenin, the president of the new Commune, came boldly to the bar, and
said to the deputies: {317} "The people is your sovereign as well as
ours!" Another individual, likewise at the bar, exclaimed in a
menacing tone: "For a long time the people has asked you to pronounce
the deposition, and you have not even yet pronounced the suspension!
Know that the Tuileries is on fire, and that we shall not extinguish it
until the vengeance of the people has been satisfied!" Vergniaud, who
in the morning had promised the King the support of the Assembly, no
longer