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Updated: May 17, 2025
Then President Marrast proclaimed "the citizen Louis Bonaparte" President of the Republic. A few Representatives about the bench where Louis Bonaparte sat applauded. The remainder of the Assembly preserved a glacial silence. They were leaving the lover for the husband. Armand Marrast called upon the elect of the nation to take the oath of office. There was a stir.
"Whether the Dynastics designed or wished to be compromised in this affair," remarked Marrast, "they certainly are committed now, and it is too late for them to get out of the movement. Indeed, I view it as nothing less than a union of all the oppositions against the Crown aye, against the Crown, and for a republic! We comprehend this they don't.
The more radical party, perhaps equal in number, and no less tumultuous, composed also of those of the stoutest muscle and most determined will, who could elbow their way through the throng, gathered in the great hall of the Hôtel de Ville, proclaimed an antagonistic provisional government, more in accordance with their views. Their list consisted of Marrast, Flocon, Louis Blanc, and Albert.
They marched under a canopy of sabres, pikes and bayonets into halls stained with blood and encumbered with the slain, and there, at a small table, while the conflict between the two Republics had already commenced, within an hour had they organized their body by the nomination of Armand Marrast, of "Le National," Ferdinand Flocon, of "La Réforme," Albert, a workman, and Louis Blanc, the editor and author, as Secretaries of the Government; their first official act was to issue a proclamation to the people.
I tell you, Messieurs, he is a magician!" "Hush! hush!" cried Marrast; "he is entering now!" "He pauses and looks around him!" said Louis Blanc. "He looks for us; I will go to him!" remarked Flocon. "He looks for his wife," replied Louis Blanc. "There, he catches her eye. See how eagerly she flies to him!" "That is the finest pair in Paris," remarked the journalist.
At that moment one of the reporters of "Le National" hastily entered and handed Marrast a note. "Whence do you come, Monsieur?" asked the editor. "From the Tuileries, Monsieur," was the reply, and the reporter left.
Marrast!" is the shout that follows. The windows of the front office were thrown up, and the editor, surrounded by friends, appeared. His speech was brief but fervid. He exhorted the people to be firm to secure their rights beyond recall and promised them ample retribution for past wrongs and security for future rights.
"It is, indeed, wonderful," said Rollin, thoughtfully. "Do you know, Marrast, anything of his past history?" "Little, if anything. Of himself he never speaks, and I can gather nothing from others. Even his constituents had known nothing of him but a few months before he became their representative in the Chamber. His popularity with them he owes to his efforts to ameliorate their condition.
"Such was the purpose, but a manifesto of the Banquet Committee, drawn up by Marrast, it is said, and, at all events, issued in 'Le National' this morning, declaring the design not only of a banquet, but of a procession, changed everything.
"Aye!" cried Louis Blanc, "we may now do what I have always wished and counseled we, the Communists, may now take advantage of a movement, in the origin or inception of which we had no hand." "True, most true!" observed Marrast; "this is the work of the Dynastics Thiers, Barrot and the rest the commencement of a reform under the law which we design to make a revolution paramount to all law."
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