| The French Revolution (Volume 2); A History Contributor(s): Carlyle, Thomas (Author) |
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ISBN: 0217083315 ISBN-13: 9780217083317 Publisher: General Books OUR PRICE: $25.81 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: February 2012 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
| Additional Information |
| BISAC Categories: - History | Europe - France - History | Revolutionary |
| Dewey: 944.04 |
| Physical Information: 0.34" H x 7.44" W x 9.69" (0.65 lbs) 158 pages |
| Themes: - Cultural Region - French - Chronological Period - 18th Century |
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| Publisher Description: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II. THE BOOK OF THE LAW. If the august Constituent Assembly itself, fixing the regards of the Universe, could, at the present distance of time and place, gain comparatively small attention from us, how much less can this poor Legislative It has its Right Side and its Left; the less Patriotic and the more, for Aristocrats exist not here or now: it spouts and speaks; listens to Reports, reads Bills and Laws; works in its vocation, for a season: but the History of France, one finds, is seldom or never there. Unhappy Legislative, what can History do with it; if not drop a tear over it, almost in silence ? First of the two-year Parliaments of France, which, if Paper Constitution and oft-repeated National Oath could avail aught, were to follow in softly-strong indissoluble sequence while Time ran, ?it had to vanish dolefully within one, year; and there came no second like it. Alas your biennial Parliaments in endless indissoluble sequence; they, and all that Constitutional Fabric, built with such explosive Federation Oaths, and its top-stone brought out with dancing and variegated radiance, went to pieces, like frail crockery, in the crash of things; and already, in eleven short months, were in that Limbo near the Moon, with the ghosts of other Chimeras. There, except for rare specific purposes, let them rest, in melancholy peace. On the whole, how unknown is a man to himself; or a public Body of men to itself JEsop's fly sat on the chariot-wheel, exclaiming, What a dust I do raise Great Governors, clad in purple with fasces and insignia, are governed by their valets, by the pouting of their women and children; or, in Constitutional countries, by the paragraphs of their Able Editors. Say not, I am this or that; I am doing this or that For thou knowest it n... |
