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“The man who has made himself master of everything, the man who paralyzes our will, is he who has just spoken–Robespierre!” cried Cambon, in ringing tones of defiance.

“It is Robespierre! It is Robespierre,” came from other unsealed voices. “Let him give an account of the crimes of the members whose death he demanded from the Jacobins.”

The attack was so unexpected and so vehement that Robespierre hesitated to reply.

“You who pretend to have the courage of virtue, have the courage of truth,” cried Charlier; “name the individuals you accuse.”

Tumult and confusion followed these daring words. Robespierre, unable to gain the ear of the assembly, which now seemed filled with his enemies, and finding the feeling against him rapidly spreading, left the hall and took refuge with the Jacobins, where he repeated his address, this time to applauding hearers. Violent councils followed. Henriot, commandant of the troops, proposed to march on the Convention and put an end to its existence. “Name thy enemies,” shouted the members to Robespierre; “we will deliver them to thee.” Yet there was hesitation and doubt among the leaders; they feared the result of violent measures, and felt inclined to temporize and wait.

The Convention met the next day. It met inspired with a new spirit. Courage animated the members. They had crossed the Rubicon, and felt that there was no return. During the interval since the last session their forces had been organized, their plans considered. Saint-Just appeared and sought to speak. He was interrupted and his words drowned by the voices of indignant members.

“I see here,” cried Billaud-Varennes, who stood beside him, “one of the men who yesterday, at the Jacobins, promised the massacre of the National Convention; let him be arrested.”

The officers obeyed this order. Saint-Just was in custody. Billaud continued his remarks, declaring that the members were in danger of massacre, denouncing Robespierre and his supporters, bidding them to be firm and resolute. His boldness infected the assembly; the deputies stood up and waved their hats, shouting their approval. In the midst of this scene Robespierre appeared, livid with rage, his eyes flashing with the fury which inspired him.

“I demand liberty to speak,” he exclaimed.

“Down with the tyrant!” rose in a roar from a hundred voices.

Tallien, the leader of the opposition, sprang into the tribune.

“I demand that the veil be torn away instantly,” he exclaimed. “The work is done, the conspirators are unmasked. Yesterday, at the Jacobins, I saw the army of the new Cromwell formed, and I have come here armed with a dagger to pierce his heart if the Assembly dares not decree his accusation. I demand the arrest of Henriot and his staff.”

The debate went on, growing more violent minute by minute. Several times Robespierre strove to speak, but each time his voice was drowned in cries of “Down with the tyrant!” Pale with rage and fear, he turned from his opponents towards his former supporters, both hands nervously clutching the tribune.

“It is to you, pure and virtuous men,” he said, “that I address myself. I do not talk with scoundrels.”

“Down with the tyrant!” was the response of the members addressed. Evidently the whole assembly had turned against him.

Henriot, the president, rang his bell for order.

“President of assassins,” cried Robespierre, in a voice that grew feebler, “I once more demand liberty to speak.”

“The blood of Danton is choking him!” cried Garnier de l’Aude.

“Shall this man longer remain master of the Convention?” asked Charles Duval.

“Let us make an end! A decree! a decree!” shouted Lasseau.

“A tyrant is hard to strike down!” exclaimed Freron.

Robespierre stood in the midst of his circle of enemies, assailed on all sides, nervously turning in his hands an open knife.

“Send me to death!” he ejaculated.

“You have merited it a thousand times,” cried his foes. “Down with the tyrant!”

In the midst of the tumult a decree for his arrest was offered and carried. In it were included the names of his brother, of Couthon, and of Saint-Just. Henriot proclaimed the decree, while wild acclamations of triumph shook the room.