“You should comfort your mother,” said the King gently.
And I held my children close to me and was, in some measure, comforted.
The Fourteenth of July
2th June 1789: Nothing. The stag was hunted at Saint-Appoline and I was not there. ith July 1789; Nothing.
MADAME CAMPAN MEMOIRS
I have just come from Versailles. Monsieur Necker is dismissed. This is the signal for a St. Bartholomew’s day of the patriots. This evening the Swiss and German battalions will slit our throats. We have but one resource: To Arms.
CAMELLE DES MOULINS AT THE PALAIS ROYALE
Still the people spoke of the King with affection and appeared to think his character favourable to the desire of the nation for the reform of what was called abuses; but they imagined that he was restrained by the opinions and influence of the Comte d’Artois and the Queen; and those two august personages were therefore objects of hatred to the malcontents.
LOUIS XVI’S JOURNAL
The four candles had gone out and it seemed that the lights of my life were going out for me. Two children lost in less than two years. I turned to those left to me—my serene and lovely daughter, whom I called affectionately Mousseline, loving and calm, never causing me anxiety, and my dearest son. The new Dauphin was very different from his brother, wilful yet lovable, and even more passionately devoted to me; he was by nature gay, and one of the best tonics I could have during those days of mourning was to hear his merry laughter as he played his games. He was self-willed, and showed temper if he could not have his own way—but what child of four does not? But he could always be brought to obedience when I showed that I wished it. He adored his sister and it was a pleasure to see them together, for she liked to mother him and he wanted to share everything he had with her.
Like most boys his great passion was for uniforms and soldiers; and he was a great favourite with the guards and would watch them from the windows or better still go out into the garden and march along beside them.
His charm endeared him to all. I called him my chou d’amour I did not wish him to be too much aware of his position; yet on the other hand I always remembered my husband’s complaint that he had never been educated to understand states craft I had even wondered whether this neglect was in some way responsible for our present difficulties.
So I talked to my son about the change his brother’s death bad made in his future.
“So you see, my darling,” I said, ‘you have now become the Dauphin.”
He nodded while he traced a pattern with his fat little finger on my dress.
“Which means you will one day be the King of France. Think of that.”
He looked at me gravely.
“I’ll tell you something better, Maman,” he said.
“Shall I?”
I lifted him on to my lap.
“What could be better, dearest?”
He put his mouth close to my ear and whispered: “Moufflet is my dog now.”
I held him to me too tightly, apparently, for he said:
“Maman, it is good to be loved, but sometimes it hurts.”
I felt a rush of emotion. And I thought: Oh, my little one, how right you are I
Life was moving fast towards some fearful climax, and the death of my son had temporarily made me forget this, for during those first days of grief I did not care much what happened. But now I realised that I had others to consider. The first meeting of the States-General had been held in the Sane des Menus and there the King, Baretin, the Keeper of the Seals, and Necker had spoken. Necker explained to the Assembly that they had been called together at the express wish of the King, whose chief point was that the two wealthy orders—the nobility and the clergy—were willing to make great sacrifices for the sake of the country. Something happened which was significant of the new mood of the people. Having uncovered his head while speaking, the King replaced his hat, at which point the custom was that the nobles should remove theirs and the members of the Third Estate kneel. This the latter declined to do, and put on their hats.
Indignation was expressed by the nobles and someone called out an order to the Third Estate to take off their hats. It was immediately apparent that ‘they obstinately refused to do this; and what would have happened I cannot say if my husband had not with great presence of mind removed his own hat; which gesture meant that everyone else must do the same—even the churlish members of the Third Estate. Thus it seemed that an unpleasant contretemps was avoided. But this was symbolic of the struggle which was about to begin with the nobles and clergy on one side and the members of the Third Estate on the other.
The name which was on everyone’s tongue was that of the Comte de Mirabeau. He was an aristocrat by birth but had been made to suffer greatly during his childhood by a sadistic father, who had beaten and tortured him and even sent him to prison. He was a brilliant man and by placing himself on the side of the Third Estate he had greatly strengthened that body and it very soon became apparent that there was to be a conflict between the Third Estate and the rest of the States-General.
The Third Estate had set itself up as the National Assembly; foj they declared they represented ninety-six per cent of the nation. They began to make their rules and announced that they would draw up a Constitution setting out how much power belonged to the King.
The Due de Luxembourg, who was the President of the Nobility, called on the King in company with the Cardinal de la Rochefoucauld and talked earnestly to him. “The Monarchy will be lost if Your Majesty does not dissolve the States-General,” said de la Rochefoucauld. The King was in a dilemma.
He wished to please all, he said.
He summoned Necker, who advised him to act in a conciliatory fashion.
I was against this. Something told me that the States-General was planning our destruction. I was on the side of the Due de Luxembourg and the Cardinal de la Rochefoucauld, who were asking that the States-General be disbanded. The Deputies, I said, were a pack of madmen. We must dismiss them.
Louis as usual could not make up his mind. I could see him swaying towards Necker’s views and then to mine. He compromised. He would not, he said, treat with rebels.
On the 20th of June, the King was out hunting at Le Butard and the Assembly wished to meet. The Sane des Menus Plaisirs was shut, so they held their meeting in the tennis court, and there they swore not to dissolve until they had fulfilled the wish of the people and a Constitution had been granted.
This was defying the King, for it was the King’s right to dissolve the Assembly when he so wished.
When Louis discovered that the oath had been taken in the tennis court he was as undecided as ever. On one side were those who declared that the men who were now called rebels should be driven away by the military; and on the other was Necker, advising conciliatory methods.
Mirabeau, the strength behind the Third Estate, then announced that the National Assembly would only give way at the point of the bayonet, while Jean Sylvain Bailly, the President of the National Assembly, added that the nation once assembled could be dismissed by no one.
And the nation had assembled. That was what we did not realise soon enough. The Due d’Orleans, who had added his voice to that of the Third Estate, had been spreading sedition in the Palais Royale and was encouraging agitators. Each day there were meetings; new pamphlets were appearing several times a day.
The words Liberty and the People had a magic quality. There was an air of tension through Versailles and the whole of Paris.
And there was fear everywhere. We could not guess what would happen next. Axel spoke to me; he said: You know that I shall always be here if I am wanted. ” And I felt happier than I had for some time.