nor the respect which a son owes to a mother. Jean-Jacques Rouget was
like his father, especially on the latter's worst side; and the doctor
at his best was far from
satisfactory, either morally or physically.
The
arrival of the
charming Agathe Rouget did not bring happiness to
her uncle Descoings; for in the same week (or rather, we should say
decade, for the Republic had then been proclaimed) he was imprisoned
on a hint from Robespierre given to Fouquier-Tinville. Descoings, who
was imprudent enough to think the
famine fictitious, had the
additional folly, under the
impression that opinions were free, to
express that opinion to several of his male and
female customers as he
served them in the
grocery. The citoyenne Duplay, wife of a cabinet-
maker with whom Robespierre lodged, and who looked after the affairs
of that
eminent citizen, patronized,
unfortunately, the Descoings
establishment. She considered the opinions of the
grocer insulting to
Maximilian the First. Already displeased with the manners of
Descoings, this
illustrious "tricoteuse" of the Jacobin club regarded
the beauty of his wife as a kind of
aristocracy. She infused a venom
of her own into the
grocer's remarks when she
repeated them to her
good and gentle master, and the poor man was
speedily arrested on the
well-worn
charge of "accaparation."
No sooner was he put in prison, than his wife set to work to obtain
his
release. But the steps she took were so ill-judged that any one
hearing her talk to the arbiters of his fate might have thought that
she was in
reality seeking to get rid of him. Madame Descoings knew
Bridau, one of the secretaries of Roland, then
minister of the
interior,--the
right-hand man of all the
ministers who succeeded each
other in that office. She put Bridau on the war-path to save her
grocer. That in
corruptible official--one of the
virtuous dupes who are
always
admirably disinterested--was careful not to
corrupt the men on
whom the fate of the poor
grocer depended; on the
contrary, he
endeavored to
enlighten them. Enlighten people in those days! As well
might he have begged them to bring back the Bourbons. The Girondist
minister, who was then contending against Robespierre, said to his
secretary, "Why do you
meddle in the matter?" and all others to whom
the
worthy Bridau appealed made the same atrocious reply: "Why do you
meddle?" Bridau then sagely advised Madame Descoings to keep quiet and
await events. But instead of conciliating Robespierre's housekeeper,
she fretted and fumed against that informer, and even complained to a
member of the Convention, who, trembling for himself, replied hastily,
"I will speak of it to Robespierre." The handsome petitioner put faith
in this promise, which the other carefully forgot. A few loaves of
sugar, or a bottle or two of good liqueur, given to the citoyenne
Duplay would have saved Descoings.
This little
mishap proves that in
revolutionary times it is quite as
dangerous to employ honest men as scoundrels; we should rely on
ourselves alone. Descoings perished; but he had the glory of going to
the scaffold with Andre Chenier. There, no doubt,
grocery and poetry
embraced for the first time in the flesh; although they have, and ever
have had,
intimate secret relations. The death of Descoings produced
far more
sensation than that of Andre Chenier. It has taken thirty
years to prove to France that she lost more by the death of Chenier
than by that of Descoings.
This act of Robespierre led to one good result: the terrified
grocers
let
politics alone until 1830. Descoings's shop was not a hundred
yards from Robespierre's
lodging. His
successor was scarcely more
fortunate than himself. Cesar Birotteau, the
celebrated perfumer of
the "Queen of Roses," bought the premises; but, as if the scaffold had
left some
inexplicable contagion behind it, the
inventor of the "Paste
of Sultans" and the "Carminative Balm" came to his ruin in that very
shop. The
solution of the problem here suggested belongs to the realm
of occult science.