“By sealing our work with our blood, we may see at least the bright dawn of universal happiness”
- Maximilien Robespierre
Hindsight is 20/20 as the saying goes, but in this modern day and age it is easy to assume those things that did take place, were always destined to. So is the case with the Revolution of the Glorious June, otherwise known as The Rise of the Barricades. This event which is the very foundation of our modern world is often overlooked now. However we can never forget the great sacrifice, and the great strength of will that those young men gave to secure our future.
The year is 1832, just two years previously the July Revolution had deposed the Bourbon monarchy for a second time, and filled the throne with Louis-Philippe d'Orléans. Yet it had already proven a mistake. Under his rule, France was yet again in the grip of hardship and despair. Discontent was growing across the nation, yet it seemed as if all were content to let France flounder in these tumultuous seas. All that is, except for the friends of the ABC. Then considered little more than a ragtag rabble of students and revolutionaries no different to the hundred others that formed in the previous years, this group of young men would go on to become the bedrock of the greatest revolution in the history of mankind.
Their moment of greatest fame came on June 5th of that fateful year. At the funeral procession of General Lamarque, they had gathered. As the generals hearse passed through the crowd, a song began to echo among the people. For any citizen of France this song is immediately recognizable as our very own national anthem of “A la Volonte du peuple”, yet in those heady days it was a rallying call, a song of dissent and revolt against a corrupt system, it rang loud among the masses, and it would be the spark to the powder keg. As the volume of the singing rose to fever pitch, a shot rang out as one of the generals Dragoon escorts fired into the air to break up the gathering crowd. In an instant the assembled crowd, both revolutionary and common man alike, set upon the hearse and its escort. Wrestling the dragoon’s guns away from them the ABC revolutionaries rallied at the Rue de Rambuteau, and with furniture and crates taken from nearby stores and residences, they erected their barricade. Yet though this was just one of the dozens scattered around Paris, it would be here that history would be made.
- Maximilien Robespierre
Hindsight is 20/20 as the saying goes, but in this modern day and age it is easy to assume those things that did take place, were always destined to. So is the case with the Revolution of the Glorious June, otherwise known as The Rise of the Barricades. This event which is the very foundation of our modern world is often overlooked now. However we can never forget the great sacrifice, and the great strength of will that those young men gave to secure our future.
The year is 1832, just two years previously the July Revolution had deposed the Bourbon monarchy for a second time, and filled the throne with Louis-Philippe d'Orléans. Yet it had already proven a mistake. Under his rule, France was yet again in the grip of hardship and despair. Discontent was growing across the nation, yet it seemed as if all were content to let France flounder in these tumultuous seas. All that is, except for the friends of the ABC. Then considered little more than a ragtag rabble of students and revolutionaries no different to the hundred others that formed in the previous years, this group of young men would go on to become the bedrock of the greatest revolution in the history of mankind.
Their moment of greatest fame came on June 5th of that fateful year. At the funeral procession of General Lamarque, they had gathered. As the generals hearse passed through the crowd, a song began to echo among the people. For any citizen of France this song is immediately recognizable as our very own national anthem of “A la Volonte du peuple”, yet in those heady days it was a rallying call, a song of dissent and revolt against a corrupt system, it rang loud among the masses, and it would be the spark to the powder keg. As the volume of the singing rose to fever pitch, a shot rang out as one of the generals Dragoon escorts fired into the air to break up the gathering crowd. In an instant the assembled crowd, both revolutionary and common man alike, set upon the hearse and its escort. Wrestling the dragoon’s guns away from them the ABC revolutionaries rallied at the Rue de Rambuteau, and with furniture and crates taken from nearby stores and residences, they erected their barricade. Yet though this was just one of the dozens scattered around Paris, it would be here that history would be made.
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