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Chapter 34



February 14.--Left yesterday at 12.10 P.M. Arrived at
Etampes at 3.15. Wait of two hours, and luncheon.

After lunch we returned to our drawing-room car. A
crowd surrounded it, kept back by a squad of Prussian
soldiers. The crowd recognised me and shouted "Long live
Victor Hugo!" I waved my hand out of window, and
doffing my cap, shouted: "Long live France!" Whereupon
a man with a white moustache, who somebody said
was the Prussian commandant of Etampes, advanced towards
me with a threatening air and said something to me
in German that he no doubt intended to be terrible. Gazing
steadily in turn at this Prussian and the crowd, I repeated
in a louder voice: "Long live France'!" Thereat
all the people shouted enthusiastically: "Long live
France!" The fellow looked angry but said nothing. The
Prussian soldiers did not move.

The journey was a rough, long and weary one. The
drawing-room car was badly lighted and not heated. One
feels the dilapidation of France in this wretched railway
accommodation. At Vierzon we bought a pheasant, a
chicken, and two bottles of wine for supper. Then we
wrapped ourselves up in our rugs and cloaks and slept on
the seats.

We arrived at Bordeaux at 1.30 this afternoon. We
went in search of lodgings. We took a cab and drove from
hotel to hotel. No room anywhere. I went to the Hotel
de Ville and asked for information. I was told that there
was an apartment to let at M. A. Porte's, 13, Rue Saint
Maur, near the public garden. We went there. Charles
hired the apartment for 600 francs a month and paid half
a month's rent in advance. Then we started out in search
of a lodging for us, but could not get one. At 7 o'clock
we returned to the station to fetch our trunks, and not
knowing where we should pass the night. We went back
to the Rue Saint Maur, where Charles is, negotiated with
the landlord and his brother, who had a couple of rooms at
37, Rue de la Course, hard by, and came to an arrangement
at last.

Alice made this remark:

"The number 13 clings to us. We were thirteen at
table every Thursday in January. We left Paris on
February 13. There were thirteen of us in the railway
carriage, counting Louis Blanc, M. Béchet and the two
children. We are lodging at 13, Rue Saint Maur!"

February 15.--At 2 o'clock I went to the Assembly.
When I came out again I found an immense crowd awaiting
me in the great square. The people, and the National
Guards who lined the approaches to the building, shouted:
"Long live Victor Hugo!" I replied: "Long live the
Republic! Long live France!" They repeated this
double cry. Then the enthusiasm became delirium. It was
a repetition of the ovation I met with on my arrival in
Paris. I was moved to tears. I took refuge in a café at
the corner of the square. I explained in a speech why I
did not address the people, then I escaped--that is the
word--in a carriage.

While the enthusiastic people shouted "Long live the
Republic!" the members of the Assembly issued and filed
past impassible, almost furious, and with their hats on, in
the midst of the bare heads and the waving caps about me.

Visit from Representatives Le Flo, Rochefort, Locroy,
Alfred Naquet, Emmanuel Arago, Rességuier, Floquot,
Eugene Pelletan, and Noel Parfait.

I slept in my new lodging at 37, Rue de la Course.

February 16.--At the Assembly today the result of the
Paris elections was proclaimed. Louis Blanc was first with
216,000 votes; then came myself with 214,000 votes, then
Garibaldi with 200,000.

The ovation extended to me by the people yesterday is
regarded by the Majority as an insult to it. Hence a great
display of troops on the square outside (army, National
Guard and cavalry). There was an incident in this
connection before my arrival. The men of the Right demanded
that the Assembly be protected. (Against whom?
Against me?) The Left replied with the shout of: "Long
live the Republic!"

When I was leaving I was notified that the crowd was
waiting for me in the square. To escape the ovation I went
out by a side door, but the people caught sight of me, and
I was immediately surrounded by an immense crowd shouting:
"Long live Victor Hugo!" I replied: "Long live
the Republic!" Everybody, including the National Guards
and soldiers of the line, took up the shout. I drove away
in a carriage, which the people followed.

The Assembly to-day elected its committees. Dufaure
proposes Thiers as chief of the executive power.

We dined at home for the first time. I had invited Louis
Blanc, Schoelcher, Rochefort and Lockroy. Rochefort was
unable to come. After dinner we went to Gent's, Quay des
Chartrons, to attend a meeting of the Left. My sons
accompanied me. The question of the chief executive was
discussed. I had the following added to the definition:
appointed by the Assembly and revokable by that body."

General Cremer came this morning to enlighten us concerning
the disposition of the army.

February 17.--At the Assembly Gambetta came up to
me and said: "Master, when can I see you? I have a good
many things to explain to you."

Thiers has been named chief of the executive power.
He is to leave to-night for Versailles, the headquarters of
the Prussians.

February 18.--To-night there was a meeting of the
Left, in the Rue Lafaurie-Monbadon. The meeting chose
me as president. The speakers were Louis Blanc, Schoelcher,
Colonel Langlois, Brisson, Lockroy, Millière,
Clémenceau, Martin Bernard, and Joigneaux. I spoke
last and summed up the debate. Weighty questions were
brought up--the Bismarck-Thiers treaty, peace, war, the
intolerance of the Assembly, and the case in which it would
be advisable to resign in a body.

February 19.--The president of the National Club of
Bordeaux came to place his salons at my disposal.

My hostess, Mme. Porte, a very pretty woman, has sent
me a bouquet.

Thiers has appointed his Ministers. He has assumed the
equivocal and suspicious title of "head president of the
executive power." The Assembly is to adjourn. We are
to be notified at our residences when it is to be convened

February 20.--To-day the people again acclaimed me
when I came out of the Assembly. The crowd in an instant
became enormous. I was compelled to take refuge
in the lodging of Martin Bernard, who lives in a street
adjacent to the Assembly.

I spoke in the Eleventh Committee. The question of
the magistracy (which has petitioned us not to act against
it) came up unexpectedly. I spoke well. I rather terrified
the committee.

Little Jeanne is more than ever adorable. She does not
want to leave me at all now.

February 21.--Mme. Porte, my hostess of the Rue de
la Course, sends me a bouquet every morning by her little

I take little Georges and little Jeanne out whenever I
have a minute to spare. I might very well be dubbed:
"Victor Hugo, Representative of the People and dry

To-night I presided at the meeting of the Radical Left.

February 25.--To-night there was a meeting of the two
fractions of the Left, the Radical Left and Political Left,
in the hall of the Academy, in the Rue Jacques Bell. The
speakers were Louis Blanc, Emmanuel Arago, Vacherot,
Jean Brunet, Bethmont, Peyrat, Brisson, Gambetta, and
myself. I doubt whether my plan for fusion or even for
an ~entente cordiale~ will succeed. Schoelcher and Edmond
Adam walked home with me.

February 26.--I am 69 years old to-day.

I presided at a meeting of the Left.

February 27.--I have resigned the presidency of the
Radical Left in order to afford full independence to the

February 28.--Thiers read the treaty (of peace) from
the tribune to-day. It is hideous. I shall speak to-morrow.
My name is the seventh on the list, but Grévy, the president
of the Assembly, said to me: "Rise and ask to be
heard when you want to. The Assembly will hear you."

To-night there was a meeting of the Assembly committees. I
belong to the eleventh. I spoke.

March 1.--There was a tragical session to-day. The
Empire was executed, also France, alas! The Shylock-Bismarck
treaty was adopted. I spoke.

Louis Blanc spoke after me, and spoke grandly.

I had Louis Blanc and Charles Blanc to dinner.

This evening I went to the meeting in the Rue Lafaurie-Monbadon
over which I have ceased to preside. Schoelcher
presided. I spoke. I am satisfied with myself.

March 2.--Charles has returned. No session to-day.
The adoption of peace has opened the Prussian net. I
have received a packet of letters and newspapers from
Paris. Two copies of the _Rappel_.

We dined ~en famille~, all five of us. Then I went to the

Seeing that France has been mutilated, the Assembly
ought to withdraw. It has caused the wound and is powerless
to cure it. Let another Assembly replace it. I would
like to resign. Louis Blanc does not want to. Gambetta
and Rochefort are of my way of thinking. Debate.

March 3.--This morning the Mayor of Strasburg, who
died of grief, was buried.

Louis Blanc called in company with three Representatives,
Brisson, Floquet and Cournet. They came to consult me
as to what ought to be done about the resignation
question. Rochefort and Pyat, with three others, are
resigning. I am in favour of resigning. Louis Blanc resists.
The remainder of the Left do not appear to favour resignation
~en masse~.


As I ascended the stairs I heard a fellow belonging to
the Right, whose back only I could see, say to another:
"Louis Blanc is execrable, but Victor Hugo is worse."

We all dined with Charles, who had invited Louis Blanc
and MM. Lavertujon and Alexis Bouvier.

Afterwards we went to the meeting in the Rue
Lafaurie-Monbadon. The President of the Assembly having, on
behalf of the Assembly, delivered a farewell address to the
retiring members for Alsace and Lorraine, my motion to
maintain their seats indefinitely, which was approved by
the meeting, is without object, inasmuch as the question is
settled. The meeting, however, appears to hold to it. We
will consider the matter.

March 4.--Meeting of the Left. M. Millière proposed,
as did also M. Delescluze, a motion of impeachment against
the Government of the National Defence. He concluded
by saying that whoever failed to join him in pressing the
motion was a "dupe or an accomplice."

Schoelcher rose and said:

"Neither dupe nor accomplice. You lie!"

March 5.--Session of the Assembly.

Meeting in the evening. Louis Blanc, instead of a
formal impeachment of the ex-Government of Paris, demands
an inquiry. I subscribe to this. We sign.

Meeting of the Left. They say there is great agitation
in Paris. The Government which usually never receives
less than fifteen dispatches a day from Paris has not
received a single one up to 10 o'clock to-night. Six
telegrams sent to Jules Favre have not been answered. We
decide that either Louis Blanc or I will interpellate the
Government as to the situation in Paris, if the present
anxiety continues and no light is thrown upon the situation.

A deputation of natives of Alsace and Lorraine came to
thank us.

March 6.--At noon we lunched ~en famille~ at Charles's.
I took the two ladies to the Assembly. There is talk of
transferring the Assembly to Versailles or Fontainebleau.
They are afraid of Paris. I spoke at the meeting of the
Eleventh Committee. I was nearly elected commissioner.
I got 18 votes, but a M. Lucien Brun got 19.

Meeting in the Rue Lafaurie. I proposed that we all refuse
to discuss the situation in Paris, and that a manifesto
be drawn up, to be signed by all of us, declaring our
intention to resign if the Assembly goes anywhere else than
to Paris. The meeting did not adopt my plan, and urged
me to speak to-morrow. I refused. Louis Blanc will

March 8.--I have handed in my resignation as a Representative.

There was a discussion about Garibaldi. He had been
elected in Algeria. It was proposed that the election be
annulled. I demanded to be heard. I spoke. Uproar on
the Right. They shouted: "Order! Order!" It all
reads very curiously in the "Moniteur." In face of this
explosion of wrath I made a gesture with my hand and said:

"Three weeks ago you refused to hear Garibaldi. Now
you refuse to hear me. That is enough. I will resign."

I went to the meeting of the Left for the last time.

March 9.--This morning three members of the Moderate
Left, which meets in the hall of the Academy, came as
delegates from that body, the 220 members of which
unanimously requested me to withdraw my resignation. M.
Paul Bethmon acted as spokesman. I thanked them, but

Then delegates from another meeting came with the
same object. The meeting of the Central Left, to which
MM. d'Haussonville and de Rémusat belong, unanimously
requested me to withdraw my resignation. M. Target acted
as spokesman. I thanked them, but declined.

Louis Blanc ascended the tribune (in the Assembly) and
bade me farewell with grandeur and nobleness.

March 10.--Louis Blanc spoke yesterday and
to-day--yesterday about my resignation, to-day about the
question of Paris. Grandly and nobly on each occasion.

March 11.--We are preparing for our departure.

March 12.--Many visits. My apartment was crowded.
M. Michel Levy came to ask me for a book. M. Duquesnel,
associate director of the Odéon Theatre, came to ask me
for _Ruy Blas_.

We shall probably leave to-morrow.

Charles, Alice and Victor went to Arcachon. They
returned to dinner.

Little Georges, who has been unwell, is better.

Louis Blanc dined with me. He is going to Paris.

March 13.--Last night I could not sleep. Like Pythagoras,
I was thinking of numbers. I thought of all these
13's so queerly associated with our movements and actions
since the first of January, and upon the fact that I was
to leave this house on a 13th. Just then there was the
same nocturnal knocking (three taps, as though made by a
hammer on a board) that I had heard twice before in this

We lunched at Charles's, with Louis Blanc.

I then went to see Rochefort. He lives at 80, Rue Judaique.
He is convalescent from an attack of erysipelas
that at one time assumed a dangerous character. With him
I found MM. Alexis Bouvier and Mourot, whom I invited to
dinner to-day, at the same time asking them to
transmit my invitation to MM. Claretie, Guillemot and
Germain Casse, with whom I want to shake hands before
I go.

On leaving Rochefort's I wandered a little about Bordeaux.
Fine church, partly Roman. Pretty Gothic flowered
tower. Superb Roman ruin (Rue du Colysée) which
they call the Palais Gallien.

Victor came to embrace me. He left for Paris at 6
o'clock with Louis Blanc.

At half past 6 I went to Lanta's restaurant. MM. Bouvier,
Mourot and Casse arrived. Then Alice. We waited
for Charles.

Charles died at 7 o'clock.

The waiter who waits upon me at Lanta's restaurant entered
and told me that somebody wanted to see me. In
the ante-chamber I found M. Porte, who lets the apartment
at 13, Rue Saint Maur, that Charles occupied. M.
Porte whispered to me to get Alice, who had followed me,
out of the way. Alice returned to the salon. M. Porte
said to me:

"Monsieur be brave. Monsieur Charles--"


"He is dead!"

Dead! I could not believe it. Charles! I leaned
against the wall for support.

M. Porte told me that Charles had taken a cab to go to
Lanta's, but had told the cabman to drive first to the Café
de Bordeaux. Arrived at the Café de Bordeaux, the driver
on opening the door of the cab, found Charles dead. He
had been stricken with apoplexy. A number of blood vessels
had burst. He was covered with blood, which issued
from his nose and mouth. The doctor summoned pronounced
him dead.

I would not believe it. I said: "It is a lethargy." I
still hoped. I returned to the salon, told Alice that I was
going out, but would soon be back, and ran to the Rue
Saint Maur. I had hardly reached there when they brought

Alas! my beloved Charles! He was dead.

I went to fetch Alice. What despair!

The two children were asleep.

March 14.--I have read again what I wrote on the morning
of the 13th about the knocking I heard during the

Charles has been laid out in the salon on the ground
floor of the house in the Rue Saint Maur. He lies on
a bed covered with a sheet which the women of the house
have strewn with flowers. Two neighbours, workingmen
who love me, asked permission to watch by the body
all night. The coroner's physician, on uncovering the dear
dead, wept.

I sent to Meurice a telegram couched in the following

Meurice, 18 Rue Valois-

Appalling misfortune. Charles died this evening, 13th. Sudden
stroke of apoplexy. Tell Victor to come back at once.

The Prefect sent this telegram over the official wire.

We shall take Charles with us. Meanwhile he will be
placed in the depository.

MM. Alexis Bouvier and Germain Casse are helping me
in these heart-rending preparations.

At 4 o'clock Charles was placed in the coffin. I prevented
them from fetching Alice. I kissed the brow of
my beloved, then the sheet of lead was soldered. Next
they put the oaken lid of the coffin on and screwed it down;
thus I shall never see him more. But the soul remains.
If I did not believe in the soul I would not live another

I dined with my grandchildren, little Georges and little

I consoled Alice. I wept with her. I said "thou" to her
for the first time.

March 15.--For two nights I have not slept. I could
not sleep last night.

Edgar Quinet came to see me last evening. On viewing
Charles's coffin in the parlor, he said:

"I bid thee adieu, great mind, great talent, great soul,
beautiful of face, more beautiful of thought, son of Victor

We talked together of this great mind that is no more.
We were calm. The night watcher wept as he listened to

The Prefect of the Gironde called. I could not receive

This morning at 10 o'clock I went to No. 13, Rue Saint
Maur. The hearse was there. MM. Bouvier and Mourot
awaited me. I entered the salon. I kissed the coffin. Then
he was taken away. There was one carriage. These gentlemen
and I entered it. Arrived at the cemetery the coffin
was taken from the hearse. Six men carried it. MM.
Alexis Bouvier, Mourot and I followed, bareheaded. It
was raining in torrents. We walked behind the coffin.

At the end of a long alley of plane trees we found the
depository, a vault lighted only by the door. You descend
five or six steps to it. Several coffins were waiting there,
as Charles's will wait. The bearers entered with the coffin.
As I was about to follow, the keeper of the depository said
to me: "No one is allowed to go in." I understood, and
I respected this solitude of the dead. MM. Alexis Bouvier
and Mourot took me back to No. 13, Rue Saint Maur.

Alice was in a swoon. I gave her some vinegar to smell
and beat her hands. She came to, and said: "Charles,
where art thou?"

I am overcome with grief.

March 16.--At noon Victor arrived with Barbieux and
Louis Mie. We embraced in silence and wept. He handed
me a letter from Meurice and Vacquerie.

We decide that Charles shall be buried in the tomb of
my father in Père Lachaise, in the place that I had
reserved for myself. I write a letter to Meurice and
Vacquerie in which I announce that I shall leave with the
coffin tomorrow and that we shall arrive in Paris the
following day. Barbieux will leave to-night and take the
letter to them.

March 17.--We expect to leave Bordeaux with my
Charles at 6 o'clock this evening.

Victor and I, with Louis Mie, fetched Charles from the
Depository, and took him to the railway station.

March 18.--We left Bordeaux at 6.30 in the evening
and arrived in Paris at 10.30 this morning.

At the railway station we were received in a salon where
the newspapers, which had announced our arrival for noon,
were handed to me. We waited. Crowd; friends.

At noon we set out for Père Lachaise. I followed the
hearse bareheaded. Victor was beside me. All our friends
followed, the people too. As the procession passed there
were cries of: "Hats off!"

In the Place de la Bastille a spontaneous guard of honour
was formed about the hearse by National Guards, who
passed with arms reversed. All along the line of route to
the cemetery battalions of the National Guard were drawn
up. They presented arms and gave the salute to the flag.
Drums rolled and bugles sounded. The people waited till
I had passed, then shouted: "Long live the Republic!"

There were barricades everywhere, which compelled us
to make a long detour. Crowd at the cemetery. In the
crowd I recognised Rostan and Millière, who was pale and
greatly moved, and who saluted me. Between a couple
of tombs a big hand was stretched towards me and a voice
exclaimed: "I am Courbet." At the same time I saw an
energetical and cordial face which was smiling at me with
tear-dimmed eyes. I shook the hand warmly. It was the
first time that I had seen Courbet.

The coffin was taken from the hearse. Before it was
lowered into the vault I knelt and kissed it. The vault
was yawning. A stone had been raised. I gazed at the
tomb of my father which I had not seen since I was exiled.
The cippus has become blackened. The opening was too
narrow, and the stone had to be filed. This work occupied
half an hour. During that time I gazed at the tomb of
my father and the coffin of my son. At last they were
able to lower the coffin. Charles will be there with my
father, my mother, and my brother.

Mme. Meurice brought a bunch of white lilac which she
placed on Charles's coffin. Vacquerie delivered an oration
that was beautiful and grand. Louis Mie also bade Charles
an eloquent and touching farewell. Flowers were thrown
on the tomb. The crowd surrounded me. They grasped
my hands. How the people love me, and how I love them!
An ardent address of sympathy from the Belleville Club,
signed "Millière, president," and "Avril, secretary," was
handed to me.

We went home in a carriage with Meurice and Vacquerie. I
am broken with grief and weariness. Blessings on
thee, my Charles!

Victor Hugo