ats; proud old Nobles,
not yet emigrated. Arles has its 'Chiffonne,' so, in symbolical cant,
they name that Aristocrat Secret-Association; Arles has its pavements
piled up, by and by, into Aristocrat barricades. Against which Rebecqui,
the hot-clear Patriot, must lead Marseilles with cannon. The Bar of
Iron has not yet risen to the top in the Bay of Marseilles; neither
have these hot Sons of the Phoceans submitted to be slaves. By clear
management and hot instance, Rebecqui dissipates that Chiffonne, without
bloodshed; restores the pavement of Arles. He sails in Coast-barks, this
Rebecqui, scrutinising suspicious Martello-towers, with the keen eye of
Patriotism; marches overland with despatch, singly, or in force; to City
after City; dim scouring far and wide; (Barbaroux, p. 21; Hist. Parl.
xiii. 421-4.)--argues, and if it must be, fights. For there is much
to do; Jales itself is looking suspicious. So that Legislator Fauchet,
after debate on it, has to propose Commissioners and a Camp on the Plain
of Beaucaire: with or without result.

Of all which, and much else, let us note only this small consequence,
that young Barbaroux, Advocate, Town-Clerk of Marseilles, being charged
to have these things remedied, arrived at Paris in the month of February
1792. The beautiful and brave: young Spartan, ripe in energy, not ripe
in wisdom; over whose black doom there shall flit nevertheless a certain
ruddy fervour, streaks of bright Southern tint, not wholly swallowed of
Death! Note also that the Rolands of Lyons are again in Paris; for the
second and final time. King's Inspectorship is abrogated at Lyons, as
elsewhere: Roland has his retiring-pension to claim, if attainable; has
Patriot friends to commune with; at lowest, has a book to publish. That
young Barbaroux and the Rolands came together; that elderly Spartan
Roland liked, or even loved the young Spartan, and was loved by him, one
can fancy: and Madame--? Breathe not, thou poison-breath, Evil-speech!
That soul is taintless, clear, as the mirror-sea. And yet if they too
did look into each other's eyes, and each, in silence, in tragical
renunciance, did find that the other was all too lovely? Honi soit!
She calls him 'beautiful as Antinous:' he 'will speak elsewhere of that
astonishing woman.'--A Madame d'Udon (or some such name, for Dumont does
not recollect quite clearly) gives copious Breakfast to the Brissotin
Deputies and us Friends of Freedom, at her house in the Place V