gang of revolutionaries
But the peasants' dissatisfaction bordering upon hatred for the aristocracy and the landed gentry was based on more than hungry bellies and an objection to economic policy. They believed they had been poorly treated for generations by those who owned the estates and ruled the country, had not only been taken for granted rather than being appreciated, but had been blatantly exploited both economically and morally - and nowhere was this historical abuse more evident than in the loathsome droit du seigneur, which from feudal times had given the lord of the manor "first night rights" to bed any new bride on his estate.There were other liberties the lord enjoyed as well, such as droit de ravage (right to ravage, which allowed him to devastate any fields on his own domain regardless of the tenants) and droit de prélassement (right of lounging - the mind boggles).
However, droit du seigneur was the one French the revolutionary thinkers chose to highlight as they railed against the "oblivious and rapacious " ruling class of the country. Montesquieu referenced it in the 1748 treatise 'The Spirit of the Laws ', as did Voltaire in his 'Dictionnaire Philosophique ' of 1764. In fact he even wrote a five-act comedy 'Le droit du seigneur ' first performed just three years before the revolution, in 1789. The leaders of the resistance used such works to lend authority to their own revolutionary polemics in the closing decades of the 18th century, stirring up revulsion against lords and monarchs who would have their cake and eat it too. In 1792 gangs of revolutionaries started ripping up the cobblestones. The rest was an historical inevitability.
King Brioche
I'll leave you this week with my new gang-themed poem, a slight but satirical socio-political allegory based loosely on all of the foregoing.King Brioche vs The Pantry Weevils*A frightful bunfight in the palace of the pleasuredFawn tapestries flapping in flour-filled airThe squeal of dark through transomed windowsA rabble in the courtyard, blood upon the stairsThe pantry door unhinged tonight
Ripped sheets and crumbs festoon the Royal bedCalling to mind the parable of wheat and taresFor that's the rattling sound of Droit du SeigneurBring throttled by an upstart vassal in his lairThe pantry poor eat cake tonight
* as a biological footnote I should explain that what we commonly call flour or pantry weevils are more correctly named red flour beetles, like this little chap here...
Thanks for reading. Go weevils! S ;-) Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook