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and helped him make this country free.

      A grain of poetry suffices to season a century. Who can forget that beautiful friendship? Washington was the graver and older of the two. There was scarcely a down on Lafayette’s upper lip. But they shared, under different appearances, the same blind determination and capacity of ascent common to all great personalities. That noble child had left wife and king to help the humble troops that in America were pushing the English king to the sea and phrasing, in sublime words, the teachings of the Encyclopedists, words through which the human race announced its coming of age with no less clatter than that which had accompanied the revelation of its infancy on Mount Sinai.

      The blond hero kept company with the dawn. His strong soul preferred marching men to the iniquitous pomp with which his monarch paraded, shining opalescently on the shoulders of his hungry vassals like a saint carried on a litter by barefoot porters. His king persecuted him, England persecuted him, but his wife helped him.

      God pity the heroic heart whose noble enterprises found no welcome at home! He left his house and regal wealth, armed his ship, wrote from his ship: “The happiness of America is intimately bound up with the happiness of Humanity. She is going to become a cherished and safe asylum of virtue, of tolerance, of equality and of peaceful liberty.” How great his soul, ready to give up all the privileges of fortune to follow a handful of poorly clad rebels on their march through the snow! He jumped off his ship, flew to the Continental Congress: “I wish to serve America as a volunteer and without pay.” Sometimes things happen on earth that shed a heavenly splendor over it.

      Manhood seemed to have matured within that youthful body. He proved to be a general’s general. As he clutched his wound with the one hand, with the other he commanded his fleeing soldiers to turn about and win. With a flash of his sword he mustered a column that a traitor had dispersed.

      If his soldiers were on foot, he was on foot. If the Republic had no money, he who was offering her his life, advanced his fortune. Behold a man who glittered as though he were all gold! When his fame restored to him his king’s affection, he realized France’s hatred toward England could be helpful in chasing the exhausted English out of America.

      The Continental Congress girded on him a sword of honor and wrote to the King of France: “We recommend this noble man to Your Majesty’s notice, as one whom we know to be wise in counsel, gallant in the field, and patient under the hardships of war.” He borrowed the wings of the sea. France, the vanguard of nations, bedecked herself with roses to receive her hero.

      “It is a wonder Lafayette is not taking with him to his America the furniture of Versailles,” exclaimed the French Minister, as Lafayette crossed the ocean with France’s help to the newborn Republic, with Rochambeau’s army and de Grasse’s navy.2

      Even Washington was at the time despairing of victory. But French noble men and American farmers closed against Cornwallis3 and routed him at Yorktown.

      Thus did the United States assure with France’s help the independence they had learned to wish for in terms of French thinking. The prestige of a heroic deed is such that this svelte marquis has sufficed to keep united during a century two nations that differ in spiritual warmth, in the idea of life, and in the very concept of liberty — egotistical and selfish in the United States, and generous and expansive in France. Blessed be the country that radiates its light!

      Let us follow the throngs that fill the streets, coming from every direction. It is the day of the unveiling of the monument consecrating the friend ship between Washington and Lafayette. People of all tongues are present at the ceremony.

      The rejoicing is to be found among the common people. Banners flourish in men’s hearts; a few on men’s houses. The emblazoned grand stand where the procession is to pass awaits the President of the Republic, the delegates from France, the diplomatic corps, the state governors, the army generals.

      Sidewalks, portals, balconies, roofs begin to seethe with a joyous mass of people. Many fill the wharves to await the naval procession. The war ships, the fleet of steamers, the prattling tugboats that will carry the invited guests to Bedloe’s Island, where the statue stands waiting on her Cyclopean pedestal, her face covered by the French flag. But most gather along the route of the grand parade.

      Here comes a band. Here comes a fire brigade with its ancient fire engine raised on stilts. The firemen wear black trousers and red shirts. The crowds make room for a group of deliriously happy Frenchmen. Then comes another group in beautiful uniforms garnished with gold braid, full, striped trousers, plumed cap, fierce mustachios, slender figures, bubbling palaver and very black eyes: they are a company of Italian volunteers. From around a corner juts the elevated railroad. Up above, a crowded train; down below policemen branching out to their beats, their blue frock coats well buttoned up with gilt buttons. The rain fails to wipe out everyone’s smiles.

      Now the crowds step back onto the sidewalk, as the mounted police advance pushing against them with their horses’ haunches. A woman crosses the street, her oilcloth coat filled with commemorative medals bearing on one side the monument, on the other the sculptor Bartholdi’s4 pleasing likeness. There goes an anxious-looking man making notes as he walks.

      But what about France? Here there is not much talk of France, nor of Lafayette. Little do they know of him. No one is aware of the fact that a magnificent gift of the modern French people to the American people is being celebrated.

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