THE 



MONTHLY MAGAZINE 



OF 



POLITICS, LITERATURE, AND THE BELLES LETTRES. 

 VOL. X.] SEPTEMBER, 1830. [No. 57. 



THE FRENCH REVOLUTION OF JULY, 1830. 



are rejoiced at the expulsion of the Bourbons. We are no 

 worshippers of the mob, no lovers of the impudent and vulgar brawlers, 

 who run from one diseased corner of the land to another, and in each 

 and all increase and embitter the disease. Our contempt is not lessened, 

 but augmented, when those brawlers are men above the condition of 

 earning their contemptible pittance by the arts of this mendicant 

 popularity. But we are rejoiced that justice has been done; that a 

 dynasty has fallen, which neither adversity, the school of princes, 

 could school; nor prosperity, the fertilizer of the human heart, could 

 warm to honour or generosity; to which personal gratitude could not 

 teach forbearance, nor royal faith teach the keeping of their compact 

 with the nation. We rejoice that a King, who dipped his hands in the 

 blood of his subjects, should stand forth as a warning to mankind ! and 

 we trust that Europe may be saved from the violence of many a Military 

 Tyrant by the cheap sacrifice of a single Fool! 



Excepting our own consummate revolution of 1688, (a revolution 

 consecrated to the British heart, however now insulted and profaned !) 

 there never has been a great popular movement, so just, so manfully 

 carried on, so comprehensively executed, and brought to a close with 

 so much dignity and moderation. The king struck the first blow in the 

 presence of France : his decrees were a haughty and intolerable demand 

 of the liberty of Thought, the liberty of Person, and the liberty of 

 Purse. No Sovereign of Europe, even in all the frenzy of military- 

 pride, ever made so defying and contemptuous an attack on his people. 

 In the worst act of tyranny there had always been a little reserve ; 

 some remaining deference for the common feelings of man, if not for 

 the semblance of character. But Charles X. spoke out at once, " You 

 shall have no charter. You shall have no parliament, but a packed one ! 

 You shall have no liberty of the press, but to fawn upon the king, 

 and delude the people." 



Yet, in all the annals of infatuation, never was infatuation like his. 

 While the utterer of the words thought he had but to stamp on the 



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