neer Goguelat, he
of the Night of Spurs, whom the Lafayette Amnesty has delivered from
Prison, rides and runs. Now and then, on fit occasion, a Royal familiar
visit can be paid to that Salle de Manege, an affecting encouraging
Royal Speech (sincere, doubt it not, for the moment) can be delivered
there, and the Senators all cheer and almost weep;--at the same time
Mallet du Pan has visibly ceased editing, and invisibly bears abroad
a King's Autograph, soliciting help from the Foreign Potentates.
(Moleville, i. 370.) Unhappy Louis, do this thing or else that
other,--if thou couldst!

The thing which the King's Government did do was to stagger distractedly
from contradiction to contradiction; and wedding Fire to Water, envelope
itself in hissing, and ashy steam! Danton and needy corruptible Patriots
are sopped with presents of cash: they accept the sop: they rise
refreshed by it, and travel their own way. (Ibid. i. c. 17.) Nay, the
King's Government did likewise hire Hand-clappers, or claqueurs, persons
to applaud. Subterranean Rivarol has Fifteen Hundred men in King's pay,
at the rate of some ten thousand pounds sterling, per month; what he
calls 'a staff of genius:' Paragraph-writers, Placard-Journalists; 'two
hundred and eighty Applauders, at three shillings a day:' one of
the strangest Staffs ever commanded by man. The muster-rolls
and account-books of which still exist. (Montgaillard, iii. 41.)
Bertrand-Moleville himself, in a way he thinks very dexterous, contrives
to pack the Galleries of the Legislative; gets Sansculottes hired to go
thither, and applaud at a signal given, they fancying it was Petion that
bid them: a device which was not detected for almost a week. Dexterous
enough; as if a man finding the Day fast decline should determine on
altering the Clockhands: that is a thing possible for him.

Here too let us note an unexpected apparition of Philippe d'Orleans at
Court: his last at the Levee of any King. D'Orleans, sometime in the
winter months seemingly, has been appointed to that old first-coveted
rank of Admiral,--though only over ships rotting in port. The wished-for
comes too late! However, he waits on Bertrand-Moleville to give thanks:
nay to state that he would willingly thank his Majesty in person; that,
in spite of all the horrible things men have said and sung, he is far
from being his Majesty's enemy; at bottom, how far! Bertrand delivers
the message, brings about the royal Interview, which does