I regret to say that my turn in this revolution has concluded. As I sit now, in the city of Nantes, I no longer see myself as a player in this game, but a witness to the happenings in France in the past years. Hence the name of my newly written work, “Memoirs of a Witness of the Revolution”. My popularity has considerably decreased in the city of Paris, and the people who once revelled in my leadership have adopted a new mayor, Jerôme Pétion. It seems that the people cannot forget my actions this year at Champ de Mars, and I am currently paying the price in this exiled life. I am left only to commentate on the affairs of my city and the outrageous rulings of the king, and his weak persistence to convince his people that he can support France in all of its current upheaval.
Though I have limited power left to engage in the political matters happening in the surrounding areas of France, I must say this; the time of the King has come to an end. It is true to say that we have been ruled my a monarchy for years and years, but now is a time of change, so we must do away with old practices. With the drafting of the new Constitution, the support for the King has considerably increased, but it is only the foolish who could possibly believe that the he is the most promising hope for this country. However, the limitations put on the King’s power, under the new Constitution, is only one meager step into adopting a more power-balanced society. Yes, indeed, we had set out to eradicate supreme rule, but no man seems to disapprove of the King’s future position in the governing of our country. We must not lose sight of what we had set out to do when we took the Oath! It is only through doing this that France shall have its salvation, but I regret to say, that my role in this story has come to a close. I can only observe from my place in Nantes, but my heart still stays with the people who I swore Oath with, the people who continue to battle for a country without monarchy. It is the time of the people, and my only hopes for the future is that my previous followers remember the loyalty they swore to me, and to each other. The irony is that, now in exile, I am powerless, but I now leave it in the hands of men and women of France to continue on my efforts.