Symbol and satire in the French Revolution . ich the plaster cast of Marats featuresserved as model.^ The gaping wound is there,with the blood oozing from it, and the demagogueis quoted as saying: Unable to corrupt, they haveassassinated me! There was a sudden wave of Marat was likened to Christ. On the temporary tomb^in which he was laid until he could be transferred tothe Pantheon was placed the inscription: Fromthe depths of his black cave he made traitorstremble. A perfidious hand snatched him awayfrom the love of his people. The representationof the tomb is headed: To the immor
Symbol and satire in the French Revolution . ich the plaster cast of Marats featuresserved as model.^ The gaping wound is there,with the blood oozing from it, and the demagogueis quoted as saying: Unable to corrupt, they haveassassinated me! There was a sudden wave of Marat was likened to Christ. On the temporary tomb^in which he was laid until he could be transferred tothe Pantheon was placed the inscription: Fromthe depths of his black cave he made traitorstremble. A perfidious hand snatched him awayfrom the love of his people. The representationof the tomb is headed: To the immortal glory ofMarat, the peoples friend. But Marats death was not looked upon as aclosed episode. There lay the chief Cordays act had been more than invain for Marat became a martyr. Over the door of the house where Marat hadlived was placed this line: Weep, but rememberthat he must be avenged! Everything was doneto inflame passions that were already at fever heat. Plate 146, p. 351. = Plate 147, p. 353. 3 Plate 148, p. Plate 146. A portrait of Charlotte Corday. From the paintingby Hauer. 351 352 The French Revolution The body was exposed to view in the bath andwith the blood-stained shirt hanging near. Oratorsucceeded orator and wrung tears by plaintivelaments: Citizens, strew flowers over the pale corpse of was our friend, the friend of the people. For the peoplehe lived, for the people he died. . Marat, rare andsublime soul, we will imitate thee, we will crush all traitors!Our courage, our virtue shall avenge thy death. We swearit on thy bloody corpse, on the dagger which has piercedthy breast! We swear it! ^ The Chronique de Paris, after telling how a furyfrom Caen has plunged a dagger into the breastof the apostle and martyr of liberty, declaressolemnly that the hour of freedom has soundedand that the blood that has just flowed is thefulminating decree of condemnation for all laws and coercive measures become now moreuncompromisi
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