courage, as great talents and as much energy in the service of the Revolution as has Danton. I am not identifying myself with him; I am not praising him. … How far should we get if every man unknown to the Revolution thus far, every man who has done nothing for the Revolution, may accuse men like Danton? If Danton is accused, I consider myself also as accused." Any one defended by Robespierre in such terms was safe. The affection of the Club of the Jacobins for Maximilien may be judged by the occasion of his illness, during which period no session of the Jacobins was opened without a preliminary report on Robespierre's health. The affection for him may be measured by the thousands of letters which he received daily from the most remote corners of the Republic, and finally, it may be measured by the hatred of allied Europe. Volumes might be filled with quotations that would show the mud, the calumnies and the lies spewed out by the shyster journals of the times, which recounted tales of his fortune amounting to millions, of his orgies; concerning himself, the Incorruptible, who probably worked most and consumed least in the entire Republic, who had no personal needs whatsoever, who lived not at Versailles or in the Tuileries, but in a furnished room not far from the Convention. It is this love for the Incorruptible that caused Coblenz, London and Vienna—in their desire to assail him and wound
