broke the repose of mankind, and waked a
struggle, which could admit only of a truce, till the ancient bulwarks of Catholic legitimacy were thrown down.
An action of about a quarter of an hour ensued.
Ten of the French
were killed; among them Jumonville, the commander of the party; and twenty-one were made prisoners.
When the tidings of this affray crossed the Atlantic
, the name of Washington
was, for the first time, heard in the saloons of Paris
The partisans of absolute monarchy pronounced it with execration.
They foreboded the loss of the Western World; and the flatterers of Louis the Fifteenth and of Madame Pompadour
, the high-born panders to royal lust, outraged the fair fame of the spotless hero as a violator of the laws of nations.
What courtier, academician, or palace menial would have exchanged his hope of fame with that of the calumniated American?
The death of Jumonville became the subject for loudest complaint; this martyr to the cause of feudalism and despotism was celebrated in heroic verse, and continents were invoked to weep for his fall.
And at the very time when the name of Washington
became known to France
, the child was just born who was one day to stretch out his hand for the relief of America
and the triumph of popular power and freedom.
How many defeated interests bent over the grave of Jumonville!
How many hopes clustered round the cradle of the infant Louis!1