Tuesday, October 20, 2015

A Decent Brew of Coffee, the Hogarths and some Latin Prose!

My, my, my! A cup of coffee in the hand and a declination of mensa, mensam, mensae? Has the world gone stark-raving mad? Not quite at all; on the contrary, some elements of society may have welcomed the idea of Latin prose and a cup of coffee many years ago in 18th century Britain. Certainly that's how Richard Hogarth came to see it. How odd but how decidedly civil to have a cup of coffee and a few lessons in Latin! The 18th century must have been wondrously illuminated to have concocted a mode of flamboyant pleasure in union with a Latin recitation. After all Latin was the language that founded an Empire that became the basis for modern Europe. Of course, there aren't too many of us today that could still recite in full breath a discourse in Oratia Oblque without too many tears. Gone are the days when a schoolboy could recite Oratio In L. Catalinam Prima albeit with closed eyes lest his master should turn round and clap him one on the head for terrible pronunciation! But actually in the 18th century, the reinvigorating spirits of Classicism  was part of the life and culture of the day just about the same time as the culture of coffee drinking was becoming established.

The Painter and his Pug (W. Hogarth Self-portrait) 1745.

William Hogarth, the famous English painter, engraver and social caricaturist, b. 1697 d.1764 was highly regarded as a man of poignant wit and sarcasm, who grew up under the great influence of his father's early Latin-coffee experiment and the overall coffee drinking culture of the Golden Age of 18th century Britain. The London coffee house culture was now well established in Great Britain for rich and poor alike. Houses of social gatherings and a cafe were now the rage in all the four corners of London. In contrast to the rowdy and bawdy taverns that descended into disrepute, men of intellect, aspiration and genteel breeding, often flocked to these coffee-drinking establishments for an elevated conversation on the issues of the day.  Particularly in London, under the new guise of a constitutional monarchy and an atmosphere of political liberalism, the 18th century became the Golden Age as men of culture and learning sought to engage and share and debate ideas over cups of coffee. London was fast becoming the center of the cultural world of Europe to compete with Paris. Foreign travelers arriving became amazed at the booming excitement of the coffee house culture. From gentry habituating establishments in Mayfair to St. James, to cobblers and blacksmiths and all sorts of tradesmen from Covent Garden, political issues of the day were discussed with great enthusiasm. Indeed a visiting Swiss gentleman, César de Saussure, in 1726 described the London coffee scene among the working classes where a, “…workmen habitually begin the day by going to coffee-rooms to read the latest news.”


An 18th Century London Coffee House


As the story goes, young William was born to a certain Richard Hogarth and one Anne Givens, and perhaps out of wedlock too, where the father would not make his mark upon the world with anything more exciting than the role of a Latin tutor, and indeed, Latin tutors of the age did not earn anything more interesting than a threadbare wage at that. Life was hard for the Hogarth's. Not entirely daunted and bereft of spirit, the father Richard did make one valiant attempt at establishing a coffee house in Clerkenwell in London. The reign of King William and Mary has often been described in terms of the gateway to Modern Britain; for during this reign of political liberalism the coffee houses thrived and all manners of discourse became tolerable. Richard Hogarth was an outsider. The tutor could not afford to live in the more affluent parts of town. However, he was able to fortify his spirit and tackle with the sordid squalor and the bars of London around the Smithfield's area. Thus did Richard Hogarth come up with the bright idea of yet another coffee house; albeit with a different flavor.

In 1703 Richard Hogarth took out an advertisement in a specialized newsletter called the Post-Man which had it's circulation all round the London coffee houses. It read as follows:

`At Hogarth's Coffee House in St John's Gate, the mid-way between Smithfield Bars and Clerkenwel, there will meet daily some learned gentlemen, who speak Latin readily, where any Gentleman that is either skilled in that Language, or desirous to perfect himself in speaking thereof will be welcome. The Master of the House, in the absence of others, being always ready to entertain Gentlemen in the Latin Tongue."

Latin prose was the core of education for a gentleman in the 18th century. With the regeneration of Neoclassical ideas in literature and art and architecture a new Golden Age of Britain was to be seen with it's mercantile expansion around the globe. As with the works of famed architect Inigo Jones, a new order could only be built by grasping the old with a thorough grounding of the principles of a former empire and the universal tongue. Latin and looking to the past was surely a prerequisite for success and looking ahead for the aspiring gentleman in the modern world.

Noble in vision; impractical at it's best; the idea floundered. That one should hope cobblers and tinkers and chimney sweeps of the East End of London should come to terms with some Latin verse would have required a vast stretch of imagination. Rather the Clerkenwell scene descended into a ridiculous misnomer. As one Ned Ward' described: 'Some going, some coming, some scribbling, some talking, some drinking, others jangling, and the whole room stinking of tobacco like a Dutch barge or a boatswain's cabin'.


Beer Street and Gin Lane - William Hogarth 1751

The plan did not go well indeed. Of course coffee houses were the rage of the day nevertheless Richard Hogarth's venture was not a success at all. Drinking coffee and enjoying a good conversation does wonders for the spirit needless to say. But try enjoy a cup of coffee at a poetry club entirely dedicated to the recitation of Latin literature when the most frequent customers are drunken sailors, cobblers and butchers, then one may put into perspective the reasons why the Hogarth venture did not quite go down very well. Consumers of the day around the Clerkenwell area preferred a more animated and topical conversation! Talk about prostitutes or fist fights and wrestling and all kinds of bawdy topics but do not talk about the poetry of Ovid please.


The Four Times of Day - William Hogarth 1736


With a penchant for all things Latin one may see through the concept and marvel at the bravado and creativity of the true entrepreneur in Richard Hogarth. But it was a story of the right idea in the wrong setting: location, location, location! Latin prose has a remarkable architectural quality to be admired. Yet, the old adage that a 'customer is king' rings true today as it did yesterday. Quite simply put; customers brought up on the rigors of a classical education did not need to be reminded of the tedium of their schoolboy days. The marketing concept was flawed. Moreover; the venture perished no sooner it was conceived!


Cicero

"0 fortunatam natam me consule Romam"  once wrote the Consul Marcus Tullius Cicero in what has often been described as the worst line ever written in Latin poetry on top of a very poor choice in siding with the republicans that assassinated Julius Caesar; and a line that may well have been quoted with relish in the lessons of Richard Hogarth in the vain attempts to educate the masses to a more cultured side of coffee drinking.

In reality; society did not care. Why on earth would one try to teach Latin to someone born for a vocational trade? William Hogarth, the son and great caricaturist, thus summed up the perfect indifference of the coffee drinking gentry to the working classes and thus effecting the great social divide even among the habits of consuming the most popular beverage.


The Bench - William Hogarth 1758

And so ...


Reflections on the world of coffee by Pieter Bergli, a confessed cafe enthusiast!


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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Coffee and the Spirit of Music; Cello Suite by Bach

Dear Readers,

If a cup of coffee is the liquid soul whose substance identifies with the innermost core of your being then the welcome ambiance of a coffee house becomes the enchanting background to sooth the mind and lift the spirit in search of a moment of elevated peace. Whether alone or among friends a warm cup of coffee becomes heartily appreciated.




Inner silence can only be found when a person has become one with the harmonics of the environment. Gazing through the window and watching the rain, listening to the splatter of raindrops on the window-sill and the sounds of nature, one may find contentment and harmony whilst mulling over an enticing coffee aroma; or by simply closing one's eyes and listening to a musical composition, be it a gentle piece of jazz, or a classical violin sound; the mind drifts and reaches a level of harmony with the environment and obtain a moment of peace that can be well appreciated.

This is a wonderful piece I would like to share with you over a decent cup of coffee and some light conversational banter. It is a composition by the German composer Johann Sebastian Bach b.1685 d.1750 entitled Cello Suite No 1, 1st movement.  The delightful piece below doubtless due to the creative inspiration over a cup of coffee as Bach was a legendary coffee drinker himself. Please allow yourself the indulgence of a moment to let the piece play repetitively in a loop, until your coffee consumption has complete.






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yours sincerely

Pieter Bergli - Coffee narrator and collector




Thursday, September 24, 2015

1950's Advertising and the Instant Cafe Experience

The 1950's is a very important period in advertising because of the arrival of the television in the average household. This period in the modern history of advertising becomes the watershed that takes the visualization of the consumer to a whole new level. The arrival of television became the perfect medium of expression for instant coffee brands from Nescafe to Maxwell House.

What is about the 1950's and their advertising?  Well, with the appearance of television in households advertisers soon realized the perfect medium for advertising instant coffee though it had been around some 40 years already. Without further ado and convolution we now have an advertising medium that can bring us exactly to the point. It's absolutely great stuff; and precisely to the point. No more yards and yards of ripping yarns and yawning statements. With the birth of television in the 1950's advertising of coffee products can now make that quantum leap in the consumer's mind.

Prior to the appearance of the television commercials we had the newspaper advertisements and billboards and wall posters and even radio that would seem to convey the message that a decent cup of instant coffee can help the consumer find some energy and some inspiration.

Exhibit 1

Ok "You can sleep when you are dead". Seems like a pretty bold statement for 1950's cutting edge advertisers trying to sell a cup of instant coffee. The advertisement certainly makes us aware that a coffee drinker doesn't need to sleep at all and that coffee prolongs the pleasure in life by prolonging the amount of hours awake. Thus the conclusion in the form of advertising in exhibit 1 is that coffee gives you that extra zing that makes you go that extra mile to go through your working day.  So these advertisers must have spent hours and hours of research to come up with this slogan that differentiates the human mind from the active and non-active state. Indeed!


Exhibit 2

Exhibit 2 could only sum up naive 1950's advertising with a beaming smile and graceful innocence. Yes it is a stupid thing to fall in love as the movies of the age would endlessly portray. Indeed; more than half the world's stupidities have been created from acts of mindless passion and coffee seems to become the source of that inspiration. But then again, who cares for stupidity; we learn as we go along? Take a  moment and have a cup of coffee and experience a new state of mind akin to the power of the universal Big Bang! Just ask Helen and Paris if the coffee berry secret had been found during the days at Troy.




Exhibit 3 seems to be a bit more disturbing that Exhibit 2 but is added to the list of presentation that a decent cup of coffee can really activate the mind because indeed the advert is extremely disturbing proof that a decent cup of coffee can drive the mind into all sorts of states of emotion other than mundane inertia!

Exhibit 4

Exhibit 4 is definitely and overtly sexist. That's the 1950's for you; a cup of coffee bringing out the caveman mentality of the domestic husband not to mention the blatant demonstration of domestic violence! Much left to be desired; but that's early paper print advertising for you.

?With the appearance of television  advertises soon began to realize that whilst the family was glued to the television set sitcom the moment of commercial break every 15 minutes was the only real opportunity to convey the message that an instant cafe was a pretty good idea indeed! With barely 10 minutes of break time advertisers played upon the idea that making a cup of coffee was faster than brewing a cup of tea. Thus between the running up and down from living room to kitchen and back makers like Nestle began to pour upon the consumer the idea of making an instant coffee during the commercial break time.

 Here is an original 1950's Folgers television advertisement for instant coffee.




Here is a vintage 1950's Maxwell House commercial for instant coffee.




Here is a vintage 1950's Nestle commercial for instant coffee.




Needless to say in an age which was adorned by the heroes and heroins of the silver-screen; from the Marlon Brando's and the Charlton Heston's to the Sophia Loren's and Audrey Hepburn's, the consumption of instant coffee was fast becoming a most fashionable pursuit. by 1952 already in the United States some 17% of all coffee consumption was through the consumption of instant coffee and by the end of the 1950's after the influence of television and an array of celebrity drinking portrayals in Great Britain the amount of instant coffee consumed became a staggering 90% of the entire coffee market! Away with the percolator!


Iconic JFK takes a moment with an instant coffee


From the United States to Great Britain and across to Japan, the modern world had arrived with the demands for faster consumer satisfaction and in this new need of the consumer television played an enormous part in it's advertising. from politicians to actors to the average household wife; instant coffee through television advertising created an instant appeal across such a diverse area of society. Rich and poor alike could now enjoy a decent brew in a matter of minutes. The art of coffee making was now transformed. Folgers and Maxwell House came to change the landscape of the US coffee market in the 1950's as much as Nestle came to dominate Europe, and the rest is history as they would say!


Reflections on instant cafe by Pieter Bergli, a confessed cafe enthusiast!


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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

A Cafe State of Mind

We all have a need for a regular spot or safe haven to which we can retreat in those dark moments where nothing but a decent cup of coffee can alleviate the nerves and release the tension of the day. Often stressed and highly sprung, most of us urban dwellers seek refuge at a bar or a cafe in search of a welcoming ambiance that could bring light back to the dreary day.

Since the drinking of coffee is usually done at a table with the express function of relieving tension and soothing the nerves of the consumer; one would suppose that there would be a distinct combination of ingredients that would ultimately lead to the general satisfaction of the consumer.

Let's try mull over the number of ingredients that could contribute to the overall pleasure of the coffee consumer.

Firstly, ambiance, ambiance, ambiance. One is not going to find anything but melancholy and remorse should one choose to engage in solitary silent conversation whilst staring out at bleak railway yards, industrial parks and faceless brick buildings in deplorable colors of hospital green or muddy brown and depressing grey. On the contrary, the coffee consumer once to feel enthused and just as relaxed as plonking down on a sofa cushion and then sinking in slowly with a general level of placidity and comfort whilst surrounded by light and vibrant colors that dually serve to enrich and soothe the mind of the consumer.


Elegant French cafe

Secondly, sounds. Yes, that's it; one cannot sit and sip a decent cup of coffee when there are factory horns bellowing in the background, or the mostly sound of machinery and workmen or even to the contrary; complete and utterly deafening modes of vacuum-sucking, soul-enveloping silence. We need out creature comforts to relax the body but equally we need to coax the mind into that enjoyable state of grace derived from a decent cup of coffee. The average coffee consumer needs his and her creature comforts and must head the delectable sounds of soft music to rhythmically lullaby the nerves into a complementing state of peaceful bliss.


Music is the balm of the soul

Thirdly, things that are alive. This peculiar ingredient could be separated into two distinct classes itself:  subsection 'A': things that spread color around the room like potted plants and flowers that grow up the wall and entice the coffee consumer into a feeling of harmony with a natural habitat that is at once man made and yet becomingly alive at the very same time; and subsection 'B': things which are also really alive and I do mean literally alive, like the odd furry creatures we see that have become the rage now in Tokyo where customers are asked to sit down at a table or a sofa and engage a conversation with an odd cat or two; well, sometimes more, and indeed cats do make good listeners if the whole point of the experience is for the coffee consumer to just sit there and spill his or her heart out and feel jolly good about it because after all unlike psychiatrists that we pay to just sit there and doze off, cats do just doze off anyway oblivious to all manners of brightly colored papers and the odd human prattling and so yes, cats and birds make a wonderful addition to the lively theme of a pleasant cafe! show us the way Tokyo!


Courtesy Lalaine

Fourthly, people. Love them or hate them we still need to feel a sense of belonging to our social group and for those that seek to get away from it all subconsciously we still feel the urge to see one or tow other customers in the cafe besides ourselves. A cafe in utter silence is as isolationist and disorientating as being trapped in the Surreal landscape of a Dali painting! One sincerely hopes that a cafe ambiance can be enlivened with a few customers here and there and not just the odd mannequin in the corner or card-board cut out of human figures pretending to drink their cup of coffee. this is a cafe for heaven's sake; not a morgue! a cafe needs some sort of human conversation to blend in with the ambient and soft background music; not too loud but barely perceptible, like a city hum to gently remind the cafe consumer that humanity is only a mere stone throw away.


That's Fred

Fifthly and finally, the coffee table itself and the sort of books we just love to flick through whilst our minds are wondering aimlessly about. Wilds scenes of isolation; clouds rolling across vast natural landscapes and all sorts of photography with images of anywhere but a concrete jungle would do very nicely indeed to relax the consumer whilst he engages his or her cup of coffee. Books loaded with art are definitely a bonus and material concerning the natural habitat and wildlife are very welcome indeed. Of course tables themselves can be very artistic creations as well as entirely functional offering a place to put your cup of coffee; but should space be available in abundance then the large the coffee table the better particularly since the suitability of space can afford a convenient residence for a few inspiring coffee table books.


The art of cheering up coffee consumers


Find me a decent cafe and find me a new life with refreshed vitality for one more day with a welcome cafe state of mind. The more coffee that people consume the more likely we are able to spot a happy, smiling face set against the urban throng of stressed-out office workers scurrying to and fro in the perennial race against that clock on the wall.


Reflections on urban cafes by Pieter Bergli, cafe enthusiast!


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Thursday, July 23, 2015

Lord Byron, a Rebellious Spirit, Philosophy and a cup of Coffee.

“Coffee, according to the women of Denmark, is to the body what the Word of the Lord is to the soul.” .... Byron, Don Juan. 

The trait of a genius can bear fruit in many form of expression; particularly amongst those who passionately consume the world's most popular beverage, namely; coffee. That the poet Byron was amongst those literati was not by accident nor design as the poet himself would put it. With a brew at hand some men forge their own paths by sheer power of will. In like fashion, Byron shaped his destiny by the sheer force of his rebellious personality. The writer Byron shall ever be remembered as one of those literary consummates that dared to pen words to verse at the inspiration of several rounds of coffee. Ever the center of attention; ever the self-indulgent role model, the new romantic arch-type hero; was Byron himself. In Byron's own words:

"I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one;"
.... Byron, Don Juan.

 Portrait of the young Lord Byron c.1837 Painted by Henry Pierce Bone - Courtesy Christies.

George Gordon Byron was born on the 22nd January 1788, the son of  Captain John "Mad Jack" Byron, a British army officer of the Coldstream Guards, and his second wife, the former Catherine Gordon. To understand the complicated life of the great poet and writer George Gordon Byron then one must understand the circumstances of his birth and the life of his profligate father "Mad Jack" Byron. Captain John Byron was the grandson of William Byron, 4th Baron Byron of Rochdale. In 1778 he had eloped with Amelia Osborne, the Marchioness of Carmarthen, daughter of Robert Darcy, 4th Earl of Holderness, and married at the time to  Francis Osborne, 5th Duke of Leeds. The elopement created a scandal of the day. Together they fled to Europe and  after she obtained a divorce from Francis Osborne, 5th Duke of Leeds they then returned to London and  married on 1 June 1779. The couple had one daughter, born on the 26 January 1783, Augusta Maria Byron, but the mother Amelia Osborne died soon after in 1784. John Byron then quickly married a Scottish heiress by the name of Catherine Gordon on 12th May 1785 and changed his surname to Gordon so that he may inherit his wife's large fortune and estate. Catherine Gordon became mother to George Gordon Byron on the 22nd January 1788 but quickly her husband had wasted her fortune and then deserted her and the infant. Catherine Gordon then took her child to Aberdeen and lived in modest circumstances. John Byron then died in 1791 at the age of 35 years in France.

At the age of 10 years George Gordon Byron inherited the English Barony of Byron of Rochdale, to become the 6th Baron Byron, a peerage created in 1643 for the first baron, Sir John Byron who had served King Charles I in the English Civil War, 1642-1647, and was a Royalist supporter as a member of Parliament. The young Byron entered school in Aberdeen and quickly learned to deal with his deformity having been born with one 'club foot' and standing up to the taunts of bullies. He also became ill-disciplined and poor in academia due to his constant mother's interference with his education. The seeds of rebellion were thus early sown. In 1801 the child Byron entered Harrow School near London, founded in 1572 as a school for children of men of means, and where he remained in education until the year 1805. It was at Harrow School where the first inklings of inspiration grew to bloom in later life in the writings of his famous work Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Byron was not noted for academic prowess whislt at Harrow school but he was remembered as a sporty young man and cricketer. In October 1805 Byron entered Trinity College Cambridge at the age of 17 years and as a young man. At Trinity the young Byron learned to resent authority having being told off to rid him self of his pet bull dog. Byron, confident in his own authority would not let men's minds trample over his own. He then retaliated against his masters by taking the confrontation to a whole new level as he escalated their tension. Byron then purchased a tame bear which he would walk around the grounds of Trinity College much to the amusement of fellow students and passers-by.  In confrontation Byron learned to fight back against the stamp of authority upon his civil liberties. It was at Trinity that the young Byron quickly grasped the power of his personality. Byron quickly resented the rigidity of character of his elders and learned to stand his ground of principles with a fervent passion. Socializing, drinking spirits and coffees in copious quantities, gambling and literary debate became the spirit of his Cambridge days. Just as importantly, the company of young men and women at the age of 17 years created the first stirrings of real romance and a rapid confusion over his sexuality. Byron soon came to be attracted to men just as much as he was fond of the company of young women. At Cambridge Byron developed an affection for a singing scholar John Edleston but the romance quickly ended when the scholar lost his scholarship and left.

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, by Richard Westall before 1836

Byron at Cambridge was the young man with cropped hair combed to the front in such a handsome manner that young ladies in society soon became enamored of the young man wherever he would visit in the evenings for social engagements. By the age of 18 Byron was gaining a significant weight problem and to tackle this issue Byron resorted to eating potatoes pickled in vinegar and tea and coffee. So obsessed with his own weight issue Byron even resorted to wear several layers of thick wool to induce sweating when he was alone in his rooms. Byron at Cambridge was always going to be the center of attention and self described "child of passion and the fool of fame".

In 1807 whilst still at Cambridge Byron published his first work 'Hours of Idleness' which subsequently received a scathing attack in the Edinburgh Review.

In 1808, on 4 July, Byron received his A. M. degree from Cambridge and then decamped to Newstead Abbey the home of his descendants tp launch a scathing retaliation of the Edinburgh Review in the form of his writing 'English bards and Scotch Reviewers'. 

With ample time on his hands Byron would then decide to follow the course that every young English nobleman would wont to do; to take the grand Tour of Europe. Byron was reckless to say the least; his own mother fearing his creditors hid in Newstead Abbey for the sake of peace and quiet from clamoring collectors. Byron's own mother once quipped that her son possessed a "reckless disregard for money". Thus on 2 July 1809 Byron embarked upon the 'Grand Tour' as every young noble man would do but in this particular year with the ongoing conflict with Napoleon, Byron was forced to cut short the Grand Tour and spend most of the time around the Mediterranean.  From England he crossed to Portugal leavinh England via the port of Falmouth on 2 July 1809, and then on to Spain and Malta, Albania and finally reaching Greece by December 1809. It was whilst in Albania where he came into contact with Islam and became deeply impressed with Sufism. Byron spend the whole of 1810 absorbing Greek and Turkish cultures but also commenced his writings for his famous work 'Childe Harold's  Pilgrimage'.

In 1810 Byron visited Istanbul where he came to acquire a taste for' sharbaat'  (a fruit juice extract mixed with sugar and cold water). The word itself is Arabic in origin and literally means 'sweet'. Upon Byron's visit to Istanbul, being a lover of tea and coffee to help him reduce his consumption of food, he also discovered that both tea and coffee were served in Turkey as very sweet and were also described as being 'sharbaat'. Byron made a lot of friends in Turkey and later on wrote a lot of poems with a Turkish theme; more so than upon any Greek subject as a matter in fact. Byron returns to England in 1811 on 14 July only to experience the loss of his mother in the same year.

In 1812 Byron finally won critical acclaim for his first major publication: 'Childe Harold's  Pilgrimage', Cantos I and II. The publication was an instant success. The lengthy narrative poem describes a young man, Childe Harold, disillusioned with life and weary of the Napoleonic Wars. Moody and outcast from society, the Byronic hero contemplates life and the world and becomes disenchanted on his travels.

In Canto I he writes:

"And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart,
And from his fellow bacchanals would flee;

'Tis said, at times the sullen tear would start,
But Pride congeal'd the drop within his ee;
Apart he stalk'd in joyless reverie,                   
And from his native land resolv'd to go,
And visit scorching climes beyond the sea;
With pleasure drugg'd, he almost long'd for woe,
And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below".


And again in Canto III he writes:

"Among them, but not of them; in a shroud   
 Of thoughts which were not their thoughts".


Against the world and the world against him; the character was already cast in stone from the memories of childhood rebellion to his contempt of authoritarian rule at Cambridge.


Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Italy 1832 JMW Turner. Tate Gallery.

In the same year 1812, in London, at the age of 24 years, Lord Byron delivered his first speech to the House of Lords at Parliament whilst debating the Frame breaking Act. Unforgettably, not more than a week after his maiden speech Byron wrote to a friend  that “I spoke very violent  sentences with a sort of modest impudence, abused everything and everybody, put the Lord Chancellor very much out of humor, and if I may believe what I hear, have not lost any character in the experiment”.

Whilst in London Byron was a sensation. Young, enigmatic, out-spoken and controversial whether with the gentleman or without; the hero was the talk of the town. In a reminiscence of Lord Byron's profile appearing in the New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal issue, January 1, 1827, Byron was described as a frequenter of the Drury Lane plays in the year 1812. At a diner party at one Mr Murray's residence in Albemarle Street, Central London, in 1812, after diner and after-diner coffee had been completed, Byron was noted as commenting to guests that "To be thin nothing is to be done without it; no man of genius was ever fat!" which explains his predilection for extreme dieting. Byron also went on to say "When I was at school at Harrow...I was as fat as Lord Sligo ...  This disgraceful infirmity I afterwards determined to get rid of. accordingly, when I quitted school and came to town (London), I got some dresses of  flannel to envelope me from head to foot. Thus dressed I stood at the wicket while my servants bowled to me, two or three hours in the day (playing cricket)". Asked if the weight loss scheme actually worked Byron replied: "partly, but not entirely. I was put to profuse perspirations but was not reduced as I expected. I therefore determined to effect the rest by starvation. You observed what I ate for dinner today. Well, this is Saturday. I shall not eat again until Monday."

1812 not only became a social success for Lord Byron; it also became a year of flirtacious habit and multiple scandals the most prominent being the affair with Lady Caroline Lamb, who was already married and with an autistic son, another affair with the countess of Oxford and yet another affair with Lady Webster. 

In January 1813 Byron publishes the 'Giaour' and the 'Bride of Abydos'. However, deeply involved with controversy and debts accumulating, Lord Byron, the center of attention of London society would plunge into an even more ambiguous relationship that would never escape the young poet. In 1813 Byron met with his half-sister Augusta Leigh for the first time and was capitvated by her. Almost immediately watching eyes could not fail to notice their mutual attraction and rumors of incest began to swirl through society; true or not. But the implication was not entirely unfounded as in 1814 Augusta Leigh gave birth to a daughter, Medora, for whom the father was not recorded. In yet another act of self-centered gain, Byron then married a rich heiress by the name of Annabella Milbanke, the only child of Sir Ralph Milbanke, 6th Baronet. They married on 2nd January 1815 and their daughter Ada was born in the same year in December 1815. However, Byron's continued fascination with his half-sister Augusta as well as with a stream of young ladies made his wife Annabella deeply unhappy. Considering her husband insane Annabella walked out on Byron with her daughter and filed for divorce. Early 1816, Byron published the 'Siege of Corinth'. But the separation with wife was by now complete. The divorce proceedings were seen as a confirmation of Byron's incest with Augusta Leigh and Byron was forced to leave England on 24 April 1816 amidst a growing swirl of scandalous gossip and pressing financial debts. Unknown to Byron this would be the last time he would be seen on English shores.

In 1816 Byron settled near Lake Geneva in Switzerland where he met another acclaimed young English poet; Percy Bysshe Shelley and Mary Shelley, and Claire Clairmont. Thereafter in the same year Byron traveled down towards Venice where he came to settle. The favorite cafe that Byron habituated was cafe Florian where he would seek to meet local gentry and engage in intelligent conversations. Byron was also a regular visitor at cafe Quadri where the composer Wagner once brooded. Whilst in Venice perchance Byron became enthused and fascinated with Armenian culture when he visited the abbots of San Lazzaro degli Armeni at Venice. At Venice, with the help of Father H. Avgerian, Byron soon learned the Armenian language. In 1817, 12 January, Claire Clairmont gave birth to a daughter named Allegra to which Byron owned that he was indeed the father. Byron has finally sold Newstead Abbey in 1817 and by June that year, 'Manfred' is published.

Byron then visited Rome where he visited the famous cafe Greco which was also a meeting place of such famous writers as Goethe, Wagner and Anatole France and many other distinguished European gentlemen who had visited Rome as part of the Grand Tour in their youth. Upon returning to Venice Byron finished the 4th canto Chile Harold and also wrote the first five cantos of Don Juan between 1818 and 1820. In Venice by 1919 it is rumored that Byron had slept with as many as 250 women! However, finally, in 1919 in Ravenna, Byron found a beautiful young lady and married the young Italian aristocrat, the countess, Teresa Guiccioli.

In 1820 Byron is living in the Guiccioli Palace at Venice and his daughter Allegra is invited to come live with him but who tragically dies in April 1822 at the age of 5 years old.

Whilst in Venice Byron received his friend Percy Bysshe Shelley who also came down from Lake Geneva. In letters Shelley portrays Byron's daily life as follows:   "Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it…". In 1821 - 1822 Byron Finished Cantos 6 -12 of his masterpiece Don Juan.  Don Juan was presented as a lover of coffee and in Canto 9 Byron writes several coffee drinking references of the genius of the hero Don Juan as thus:

 "Well—Juan, after bathing in the sea,
 Came always back to coffee and Haidee".

and again

" 'T is pity wine should be so deleterious,
     For tea and coffee leave us much more serious"


His friend the English poet Shelley was fond of the sea and thus rented a small house near the sea near La Spezia. However, on the  8 July 1822 the poet Shelley was drowned in an unfortunate boating accident whilst at sea as his vessel headed into a squall.


The Funeral of Shelley by Louis Édouard Fournier (1889); pictured in the center are
from left to right: Trelawny, Hunt and Byron.


In 1823 Byron was becoming bored with life in Genoa and increasingly irked by the tyranny of the oppressive Ottoman Empire in a land he would instantly recognize as the mother of all civil liberties; Hellas herself. Representatives of Greece were making please for support in Italy and Byron thus aroused could not contain his despair for the lost liberty of Greece and thus enthusiastically embraced the cause for Her emancipation.


Lord Byron in Albanian dress 1835 by Thomas Phillips

In 1823 Byron chartered a vessel by the name of Hercules and on the 16th July Byron set forth from the port of Genoa to arrive at the Ionian island of Kefalonia on 4th August. Byron refitted the vessel and then set sail for the Western Greek coast and landed at Missolonghi on 29th December 123. Upon meeting the Greek politician Alexandros Mavrokordatos at Missolonghi they jointly agreed to raise a force to attack the Ottoman held fortress of Lepanto, at the mouth of the Gulf of Corinth. Byron did not possess any military experience but assumed command of part of the rebel force to attack Lepanto. But before the military expedition could set sail for Lepanto on the 15th February 1824 Byron fell ill with a flu. His doctors may have used unsterilized needles when they attempted to blood-let the patient as was the fashion of the time. Byron subsequently took on a fever, most likely from contracting sepsis and died in Missolonghi on 19th April 1824 unable to take a single part in his vision of liberating Greece from the Ottoman Empire. The death of Byron shocked the public at home in Great Britain and the Greeks mourned the loss of a hero although he did not see any military conflict. According to some reports the body had it's heart removed before embalming to keep the spirit of Byron on Greek soil. Upon return to great Britain, Westminster Abey refused permission to bury Byron as an English hero on the grounds of his scandalous relationships and concern for public morality. Byron was buried at the Church of St. Mary Magdalene in Hucknall, Nottinghamshire and a marble slab was laid above the grave as a gift from the King of Greece in return for his sacrifice for the Greek Nation.

Coffee and it's social history by Pieter Bergli


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Friday, June 26, 2015

Maximilien Robespierre, "the Incorruptible," some bread and some coffee.



In 1789 the bloody shadow of the French Revolution became a sequence of events that would mark an equally dramatic rise and fall of one Maximilien Robespierre. A stoic ardent coffee drinker can only be remembered for the blood on his hands. Who was this man? Who was this calm voice of reason and staying hand that could quell a blood-thirsty populace; only to be swept along himself into a maddening story of political reckoning never quite seen in Europe since the days of Sulla of ancient Rome in 81 B.C? The lists! The names! No trial; no mercy! How many opponents of anything deemed republican were betrayed? Still to this very day, the name of Robespierre sends shudders down the spine. Images of people being dragged by their hair screaming as the guillotine came down with a bloody swiftness cannot be erased over many lifetimes! This is the story of Maximilien Robespierre, known to his contemporaries as "the Incorruptible"; a humble and pious man of no extraordinary renown, who suddenly became caught within an extraordinary political setting whose vicissitudes eventually led to the execution of the Monarch of France, Louis XVI, and an eventual personal fall just as dramatic as the rise to political prominence. The voice of quite reason that would control a mob eventually became its own victim.




Portrait of Robespierre by Boilly c.1791 Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille.

Born  6 May 1758 and executed on 28 July 1794 Robespierre together with Danton and Marat became the cornerstones of the French Revolution

The life of Robespierre emerges with a scene of tranquility as a young lawyer in the town of Arras in the province of Artois. His father had been a local lawyer as well as his paternal grand-father. Educated locally and through a  scholarship at the Lycée Louis-le-Grand in Paris, the young man became an admirer of the Latin speeches of Cicero and Cato and idealized the virtues of the ancient Republic of Rome. Ironically, shortly after the coronation of King Louis XVI, the monarch was invited to Lycée Louis-le-Grand, whereupon a young prize winning student by the name of Maximilien Robespierre, at a mere 17 years of age, was named amongst 500 other students, to give the King's welcoming speech! Robespierre graduated as a lawyer at the age of 23 years and was admitted to the Arras bar and appointed a criminal judge in 1782.

Before the year 1783 and a recording of a legal case which he handed, little is heard of him and nothing known of any revolutionary fervor that he may have held. Meticulous in routine, daily the young Robespierre rose early every day and worked for an hour before taking his morning coffee that was served by his doting sister Charlotte. He was a well groomed man taking precise care for his presentation. Robespierre was “well-combed and powdered, in a spotless dressing-gown, installed before a table laden with fine fruit, fresh butter, pure milk and fragrant coffee.” Furthermore, before eating his breakfast, he would always say grace. With such equanimity and pose Robespierre would compose the order of his day and always with a delightful coffee for inspiration. For dinner as much as he could he would avoid alcohol and if at all would dilute his wine with water if company called for a social drink. Courteous to women, in return he was adored and sought after. But shy and reserved, Robespierre always felt his duty to his legal work and dedicated himself to serve as an exemplary figure of moral excellence. Essential, he was a private man, dedicated to routine and moderately inspired by his passion for coffee and fresh fruit.

Maximilien Robespierre's 30th birthday came in 1788 which was suddenly becoming a year of great social agitation across the nation. Everywhere everything was going wrong and the intensity and excitement was in the air and nobody could fail to notice that changes were about to descend. Needless to say these were turbulent times indeed and a nation was acutely aware of the dangers of social chaos. The Monarchy and the Clergy and the National Convention were all at odds. Thus Robespierre would find himself being dragged into heated and animated discussions from which there was no escape for a man of legal duty.

The beginnings of the French Revolution are hard to determine but the essential causes lay in a great sweep of social and political unrest starting in earnest in discussions and commentaries by French philosophers on the plight of the common man in France and the lack of any voice within an archaic system of governance. Jean-Jacques Rousseau was at once the architect and inspiration of the Revolution. To Robespierre  and many of his contemporaries, the famed but deceased writer Rousseau, had laid down the law when he produced the very  Bible of the Revolution; The Social Contract, and which began  with it's defiant testimony: “Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains.” Everywhere people began to recall the precedent of the English Revolution and Oliver Cromwell and at once new possibilities were emerging for the discussion of France becoming a Republic, free of it's apathetic rulers. Formally  many historians mark the assault on the infamous prison; the Bastille in Paris on 14th July 1789 as the tinder-box event that electrified a nation into compounding action.


Robespierre, having been elected as a member of was elected a member of the academy of Arras in 1783, then speedily rose in politics until the point he was elected as 5th deputy of the Third Estate of Artois to the Estates-General in 1789 at the age of only 30 years. The position as an elected member entailed he should move to Paris and shortly he became a representative National Assembly. When Robespierre arrived in Paris the atmosphere was already heated and at once Robespierre took to the cafes of Paris to listen to the opinions of the educated over brews of coffee. One such place Robespierre gravitated towards was the famed; Café Procope, which opened it's doors in 1686 in Paris located in the street then known as the Rue des Fossés-Saint-Germain-des-Prés. The establishment  started as a more genteel setting, where men of fashion and distinction may gather and enjoy a polite conversation over a café. Also just opposite the street in 1689 the famous theater  Comédie Française was established which brought many clientele for a cup of coffee after the plays were shown. In Paris in the 17th century, coffee was taken at the rowdy taverns. The cafe was made famous as the scene of frequent visits by that startling man of letters Voltaire himself. Even the colossus Jean-Jacques Rousseau is said to have visited the cafe one day having found boredom in the theater thereby seeking refuge in the company of more philosophical men. Paris in the 18th century was full of men who questioned everything in the new age of Reason.  Earlier in the mid-18th century, men of such eloquence such as the famed writers Jean-François de La Harpe, Denis Diderot and the Marquis de Condorcet were all frequent for a night of discussion, philosophy, politics and a brew of coffee. In later years as the politics of Paris grew more heated in the 1780's this cafe house of distinction became the center of gravity for men of more serious intent. As the politics of the day became a serious inquiry into the nature of the Monarchy and Government the famed cafe became the very first meeting place of Robespierre, Danton and Marat who all consumed coffee and then used the cafe to discuss the political action of the day. Few would have realized that the cafe itself would soon become the scene to spark the philosophical birth of Revolution as men of political will and mind sought to seize the moment and shape the new course and destiny of France itself. As a result of his frequent visits to the cafe Robespierre soon found himself attracted to a political group known as the Jacobin Club which initially started as the voice piece of the moderate constitutional ideas of the Parisian bourgeoisie. At this time Robespierre was not against the Monarchy but admitted that great changes need to be made to the constitution. With the dramatic storming of the Bastille the Jacobin Club became extremely alarmed at the extremity and danger of revolution and so they reorganized themselves into a new group in 1791 to be known as the Feuillants.



The famous Café Procope as it stands today in Paris


Such was the autocracy of the French Monarchy that for the last 175 years there had been no properly organized meeting of the deliberative body of French government that included representatives of three Estates: the First being comprised of the clergy, the Second, the nobility and the Third comprised of the middle and lower classes being the educated and relatively affluent bourgeoisie. With the rise of the commercial classes and degradation of the common man; society was clamoring for a new voice. the failure of the Monarchy to recognize the need for changes indeed became the root cause of a revolution which became the bloodiest political class struggle in European history. The Estates began their first meeting at Versailles on May 5, 1789 with Robespierre in attendance and almost immediately they became rebuffed by the Monarchy. The Third Estate then declared itself the "National Assembly" for which Robespierre became a deputy. Moreover the new National Assembly announced that it alone was the only legal representative of the people. But in moderate fashion at the outset the new National Assembly clearly let it be known that the other two Estates must be included in all legislative deliberation. The rebuttal of the Monarchy quickly led to a rapid succession of events within the days that followed. Neither Robespierre nor the moderate new National Assembly was prepared for the events that followed on the 14th July 1789..


If a picture could launch a thousand words then surely Eugene Delacroix became the one French painter in 1830 that captured the imagination of a Revolution that led to the execution of it's Monarch. Liberty leading the People can be seen in the famous Louvre in Paris.

In a dramatic turn of events the French Revolution was born of blood. Coincidentally, Thomas Jefferson, America's Minister to France, of the newly liberated United States of America (13 colonies) and independent since 1776,  was at Versailles as events unfolded. In his letters to the American secretary of State, John Jay, he wrote a vivid account of how events unfolded over a dramatic 4 day period starting 12th July 1789:

 "July 12

In the afternoon a body of about 100 German cavalry were advanced and drawn up in the Place Louis XV. and about 300 Swiss posted at a little distance in their rear. This drew people to that spot, who naturally formed themselves in front of the troops, at first merely to look at them. But as their numbers increased
their indignation arose: they retired a few steps, posted themselves on and behind large piles of loose stone collected in that Place for a bridge adjacent to it, and attacked the horse with stones. The horse charged, but the advantageous position of the people, and the showers of stones obliged them to retire, and even to quit the field altogether, leaving one of their number on the ground. The Swiss in their rear were observed never to stir. This was the signal for universal insurrection, and this body of cavalry, to avoid being massacred, retired towards Versailles.

The people now armed themselves with such weapons as they could find in Armourer's shops and private houses, and with bludgeons, and were roaming all night through all parts of the city without any decided and practicable object".


"July 13

The next day the States press on the king to send away the troops, to permit the Bourgeoisie of Paris to arm for the preservation of order in the city, and offer to send a deputation from their body to tranquillize them. He refuses all their propositions. A Committee of magistrates and electors of the city are appointed, by their bodies, to take upon them it's government.

The mob, now openly joined by the French guards, force the prisons of St. Lazare, release all the prisoners, and take a great store of corn, which they carry to the corn market. Here they get some arms, and the French guards begin to form and train them. The City committee determines to raise 48,000 Bourgeois, or rather to restrain their numbers to 48,000".


"July 14

On the 14th, they send one of their members (Monsieur de Corny, whom we knew in America) to the Hotel des Invalides to ask arms for their Garde Bourgeoise. He was followed by, or he found there, a great mob. The Governor of the Invalids came out and represented the impossibility of his delivering arms without the orders of those from whom he received them.
De Corney advised the people then to retire, retired himself, and the people took possession of the arms. It was remarkable that not only the Invalids themselves made no opposition, but that a body of 5000 foreign troops, encamped within 400 yards, never stirred.

Monsieur de Corny and five others were then sent to ask arms of Monsieur de Launai, Governor of the Bastille. They found a great collection of people already before the place, and they immediately planted a flag of truce, which was answered by a like flag hoisted on the parapet. The deputation prevailed on the people to fall back a little, advanced themselves to make their demand of the Governor, and in that instant a discharge from the Bastille killed 4. people of those nearest to the deputies. The deputies retired, the people rushed against the place, and almost in an instant were in possession of a fortification, defended by 100 men, of infinite strength, which in other times had stood several regular sieges and had never been taken. How they got in, has as yet been impossible to discover. Those, who pretend to have been of the party tell so many different stories as to destroy the credit of them all.

 They took all the arms, discharged the prisoners and such of the garrison as were not killed in the first moment of fury, carried the Governor and Lieutenant governor to the Greve (the place of public execution) cut off their heads, and set them through the city in triumph to the Palais royal.

About the same instant, a treacherous correspondence having been discovered in Monsieur de Flesselles prevot des marchands, they seize him in the hotel de ville, where he was in the exercise of his office, and cut off his head.

These events carried imperfectly to Versailles were the subject of two successive deputations from the States to the King, to both of which he gave dry and hard answers, for it has transpired that it had been proposed and agitated in Council to seize on the principal members of the States general, to march the whole army down upon Paris and to suppress it's tumults by the sword. But at night the Duke de Liancourt forced his way into the king's bedchamber, and obliged him to hear a full and animated detail of the disasters of the day in Paris. He went to bed deeply impressed.

The decapitation of de Launai worked powerfully thro' the night on the whole Aristocratical party, insomuch that in the morning those of the greatest influence on the Count d'Artois represented to him the absolute necessity that the king should give up every thing to the states. This according well enough with the dispositions of the king, he went about 11 oclock, accompanied only by his brothers, to the States general, and there read to them a speech, in which he asked their interposition to re-establish order. . . Tho this be couched in terms of some caution, yet the manner in which it was delivered made it evident that it was meant as a surrender at discretion.

The demolition of the Bastille was now ordered, and begun. A body of the Swiss guards, of the regiment of Ventimille, and the city horse guards join the people. The alarm at Versailles increases instead of abating. They believed that the Aristocrats of Paris were under pillage and carnage, that 150,000 men were in arms coming to Versailles to massacre the Royal family, the court, the ministers and all connected with them, their practices and principles.

The Aristocrats of the Nobles and Clergy in the States general vied with each other in declaring how sincerely they were converted to the justice of voting by persons, and how determined to go with the nation all it's lengths.

The foreign troops were ordered off instantly".


 "July 16

Every minister resigned . . . and that night and the next morning the Count d'Artois and a Monsieur de Montesson (a deputy) connected with him, Madame de Polignac, Madame de Guiche and the Count de Vaudreuil favorites of the queen, the Abbe de Vermont her confessor, the Prince of Conde and Duke de Bourbon, all fled, we know not whither.

The king came to Paris, leaving the queen in consternation for his return . . .the king's carriage was in the center, on each side of it the States general, in two ranks, afoot, at their head the Marquis de la Fayette as commander in chief, on horseback, and Bourgeois guards before and behind.

About 60,000 citizens of all forms and colours, armed with the muskets of the Bastille and Invalids as far as they would go, the rest with pistols, swords, pikes, pruning hooks, scythes &c. lined all the streets thro' which the procession passed, and, with the crowds of people in the streets, doors and windows, saluted them every where with cries of 'vive la nation.' But not a single 'vive Ie roy' was heard.

The king landed at the Hotel de ville. There, Monsieur Bailly presented and put into his hat the popular cockade, and addressed him. The king being unprepared and unable to answer, Bailly went to him, gathered from him some scraps of sentences, and made out an answer, which he delivered to the Audience as from the king.

On their return, the popular cries were 'vive le roy et la nation.' He was conducted by a garde Bourgeoise to his palace at Versailles, and thus concluded such an Amende honorable as no sovereign ever made and no people ever received."


Reference: Jefferson's account: Boyd, Julian (ed.), The Papers of Thomas Jefferson, vol 15 (1958)


Prise de la Bastille by Jean-Pierre Houël 1789, Louvre, Paris.

As a nation fell into chaos the King and Queen of France made a daring dash for safety on the 20th June 1791. They were arrested at Varrenes and escorted back to Paris. Prosecutors growing weary of accommodating the royal family in Paris started to look for reasons to hold a trial for the King and Queen. At the Jacobin Club Robespierre declared himself to be "ni monarchiste ni républicain". But the opinions of Robespierre were kept close to his heart and as the anti-royalist flames were fanned by the threats of war from Austria, his carefully calculated words would sway with the wind against the Monarchy.

The life of Maximilien Robespierre was now rapidly on the ascendant. On 30 September 1791, the Constituent Assembly was officially dissolved and the people of Paris named both Pétion and Robespierre as the two incorruptible patriots for their honor, modesty and refusal of bribes and offers. Robespierre continued to visit the his favorite Café Procope as life seemed to drift back into a calm which was to become merely a lull before the final storm.

Within a tumultuous political setting whree men fought to shape their ideology, later that year in 1791 the National Assembly, which replaced the Constituent Assembly, was itself replaced by the Legislative Assembly of France. Thereafter, in September 1792, the Legislative Assembly was replaced by  The National Convention and the monarchy was finally and officially abolished. The abolition of the Monarchy was the final step towards the trial of the King himself. But Robespierre, who was fast becoming the face of the Jacobin club for the ideals of the Republic, soon came under vicious attack from the Girondists who favored a moderate constitution and the radical revolutionaries. The Girondists denounced the trial of the King and the radicals pressed ahead for a trial in December 1791. 



At this stage in the turbulent history of the Revolution, an instrument of public execution appeared for the very first time and which was to become synonymous with the Reign of Terror that was about to be unleashed. The very first victim of the guillotine was a convicted felon by the name of Nicolas-Jacques Pelletier. He was a petty criminal condemned to death who was executed before a jubilant crowd of onlookers at the Place de la Révolution on the 25th April 1792. Thus the Reign of Terror was born! Within months of  Pelletier’s execution, the National Convention sent thousands of accused political activists and opposition to the the guillotine. At the height of this terror as many as 300 accused men and women were executed in just 3 days. with such twists of irony even the former royal executioner of King Louis XVI was himself guillotined on 21 January 21, 1793. Once the blood-letting had started in 1792 with the establishment of the Revolutionary Tribunal, the lists of public enemies began to grow faster and faster and Robespierre who headed the 'Mountain" faction in the 'National Convention' because he sat on the top benches, became helplessly swept along as the great purge began.

On 20 November 1792, public opinion against the Monarchy turned sharply  after the discovery of a secret cache of some 726 documents consisting of Louis' personal letters to Europe. Austria was prepared to sack Paris and France prepared to wage all out war. The documents were deemed hostile to the French Republic and required a trial of treason. In the war that ensued the Austrians proved utterly disorganized before a citizen army of the French inspired by the eloquence of Georges Danton.


King Louis XVI, Queen Marie Antoniette and family, Palace of Versailles

At the trial of the Monarch, Maximilien Robespierre argued for an execution. Finally, on 15 January 1793, a vote was carried out charging Louis XVI with conspiracy and attacks upon public safety. The vote was in agreement by 691 of the 749 deputies present. On the 19th January  1793, 387 deputies voted for the death penalty, 334 voted for detention or a conditional death penalty, and 28 abstained or were absent.

On January 21, 1793 King Louis XVI at the at the Place de la Révolution. 


On July 27, 1793, Maximilien Robespierre was appointed to the Committee of Public Safety, which replaced the Revolutionary Tribunal, thus consolidating his growing political power. It is from this point in the history of the man that the laurels of 'incorruptible' become lost as the man of former stoicism became the ruthless dictator to sweep aside any shadow of enmity in the ruthless charge to secure his very own position. Although the Committee possessed a collective responsibility to pass decree and judgement effectively all heads were turned to the voice of Maximilien Robespierre, who thus in turn became pressed to satisfy the thirst of the mob for justice and a complete purge of all enemies of France. Thus arose the unholy alliance of madness between the idealist Robespierre, the fiery Danton and the hated Marat - the mad and unbalanced Swiss doctor. The triumvirate became such a union for vengeance that it's very own zeal for political security became doomed almost at the outset because of the insecurity of it's own leaders.

Queen Marie Antoinette was executed on 16 October 1793 at the at the Place de la Révolution.


By April 1794 had only purged 116 names. But as the Committee of Public Safety quickly descended into a bloody swirl of madness, Georges Danton himself, the staunch ally of Robespierre, was accused of financial corruption, tried and promptly executed on the 5th April 1794 with 14 of his supporters. As he walked to the scaffold Danton exclaimed "not a man of them has an idea of government. Robespierre will follow me; he is dragged down by me. Ah, better be a poor fisherman than meddle with the government of men!" and then he faced his executioner and said his last words ... "Don't forget to show my head to the people. It is well worth seeing". Left with no choice, Robespierre swiftly began his maneuverings to remove any potential threat to his tenuous position of authority. Thereafter 500 more names were executed after the execution of Danton by 1st June 1794. Moreover between 10th June and 27th June records show that a staggering 1,363 names were consumed by the bloody blade of revolution. once the blade had fallen there simply was no way that the purge could be stopped. The man of virtue was now completely paralyzed by the fear of his critics that needed to be silence. They all had to be silenced; all of them! Paris was fast descending into utter bedlam. The murderous rantings of Jean-Paul Marat, the mad Swiss doctor, were growing more extreme as he screamed for the blood of 200,000 heads in his paper L’Ami du Peuple. The killing must not end until all scores were settled. It must be all of them for if one should be left standing then retribution could turn swiftly against Robespierre. without compunction he warned his fellow citizens that for those who would not learn the ideals of his own Virtue, the “Blade of the Republic” awaits. “The Terror is nothing save justice, prompt, severe, inflexible. It is an emanation of Virtue”.

With such tragedy Robespierre "the incorruptible" man of piety became swept into such a political situation of extremities where he would have to follow the mad ravings of Marat and order the execution of many notable French citizens. A path of mutually assured self-destruction eventually led to the impeachment and removal of Danton and murder of Marat in his own bath tub by Marie-Charlotte Corday. At her own examination when pressed for an explanation for the murder  of Marat, Marie-Charlotte Corday replied "I told my plans to no one. I was not killing a man but a wild beast who was devouring the French people". Ultimately, the blade of anger would turn on Maximilien Robespierre himself. Accused of tyranny by his own deputies the unrest could only lead to more brutal removals or the death of the instigator himself. In complete fear many deputies who feared for their own lives knew that Robespierre had to be removed and very fast. The man of unquestionable virtue was fast becoming a demagogue of extreme ideology. Many deputies knew that their own days were numbered unless the tyrant can be removed.  In a final act of confrontation at the National Convention debating all this maddening blood-letting the deputies who lived in fear found strength and a single voice accused Robespierre of tyranny. With an uproar that followed Robespierre was stunned and his voice drowned out. this was the spark everyone was waiting for. Robespierre was shouted down, over-spoken and accused of being a bloody dictator. Somehow managing to retain his composure he walked out of the National Convention. But in quick action deputies ordered the gendarme police to arrest Robespierre that evening in his home. The man who accused people of flouting the virtues of the revolution was now himself bearing the stigma and mark of a dead man. What followed next is largely unclear. Did Robespierre try to commit suicide or did a gendarme let lose a shot in the face of the man in a scuffle? Whatever the version, the finality of Robespierre was to be laid out in prison on a table with the indignity of being mocked at and sneered at by the very people who were once his strong allies. Robespierre had swept in a reign of terror and was now himself swept to the guillotine without trial.

With the execution of King Louis XVI in 1793, upon viewing the final procession the writer Saint -Honore would draw the curtain so that a child of his house would not see that which should not be seen. Yet, when it became the turn of Maximilien Robespierre himself, there were no curtains drawn as onlookers were thrilled to see the back of this man, or rather, the very head of the man who had terrorized France for many years!! With bandages unwrapped from his wounded face Robespierre would scream until the final curtain was drawn.

The difference between the French Revolution and it's inspiration form the American Revolution of 1776 was that whilst the 13 american colonies had a unifying purpose to declare independence from Great Britain and refuse to pay it's taxes, in contrast, the French Revolution became a chaotic force out of control once men's minds were unfettered with the storming of the Bastille. With the removal of the British administration the Americans had a plan to implement civil order immediately; with the French; the very spontaneity of the removal of the Monarchy and its administration paved the path for a power struggle on terrible proportions. Like savages men strove to outdo and remove each other as the vacuum of power became a free-for all where personal conflicts and scores could be settled by a reign of Terror rather than through the education of the populace with the ideals of Rousseau.


It is said that the Reign of Terror instigated by Robespierre arbitrarily executed 17,000 people.  On 28th July 1794 Robespierre and 21 of his ardent followers, without trial, were all led to the same guillotine that they would use to install their system of justice. The next few days saw a further 82 of his supporters executed without trial and thus ended the Reign of Terror in a climax that not even a literary genius could have anticipated!  The National Convention was now rid of these madmen, for once and for all, as the bloodshed came to an appreciable halt. The extremists of political ideology had decimated each other. The demagogues were gone and political tensions abated as the voice of reason started to descend upon the National Convention.

Could it be said that the congregation of great thinkers in Paris coffee houses became the moral justification for the Revolution? Such towering figures as Rosseau, Diderot, Danton, Robespierre and Marat all held their own position within the Paris coffee houses amidst the some of the most violent political history of the day.

That a morning coffee would inspire a visionary to lead the French Revolution of political and social ideas to the cry of Liberté, égalité, fraternité is one matter of incredulity. Notwithstanding, with the assured demise of Robespierre, through the ensuing chaos and bloodshed of a nation, almost certainly, the copious consumption of our popular beverage paved the path for another visionary of greater renown, quietly waiting in the shadows of power. We speak of none other than an even greater man of destiny himself; Napoleon Bonaparte. 


Historical reflections on the world's most popular beverage by Pieter Bergli

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