to God.
Point of departure:
matter; point of arrival: the soul.
The hydra at the beginning, the angel at the end.
BOOK FIRST.--THE WAR BETWEEN FOUR WALLS
CHAPTER XXI
THE HEROES
All at once, the drum beat the charge.
The attack was a hurricane.
On the evening before, in the darkness, the barricade had been approached silently, as by a boa.
Now, in broad daylight, in that widening street, surprise was decidedly impossible, rude force had, moreover, been unmasked, the cannon had begun the roar, the army hurled itself on the barricade.
Fury now became skill. A powerful detachment of infantry of the line, broken at regular intervals, by the National Guard and the Municipal Guard on foot, and supported by serried masses which could be heard though not seen, debauched into the street at a run, with drums beating, trumpets braying, bayonets levelled, the sappers at their head, and, imperturbable under the projectiles, charged straight for the barricade with the weight of a brazen beam against a wall.
The wall held firm.
The insurgents fired impetuously.
The barricade once scaled had a mane of lightning flashes.
The assault was so furious, that for one moment, it was inundated with assailants; but it shook off the soldiers as the lion shakes off the dogs, and it was only covered with besiegers as the cliff is covered with foam, to re-appear, a moment later, beetling, black and formidable.