of Pilnitz! The birth will be: WAR.

Nay the worst feature of the business is this last, still to be named;
the Emigrants at Coblentz, so many thousands ranking there, in bitter
hate and menace: King's Brothers, all Princes of the Blood except wicked
d'Orleans; your duelling de Castries, your eloquent Cazales; bull-headed
Malseignes, a wargod Broglie; Distaff Seigneurs, insulted Officers, all
that have ridden across the Rhine-stream;--d'Artois welcoming Abbe
Maury with a kiss, and clasping him publicly to his own royal heart!
Emigration, flowing over the Frontiers, now in drops, now in streams, in
various humours of fear, of petulance, rage and hope, ever since those
first Bastille days when d'Artois went, 'to shame the citizens of
Paris,'--has swollen to the size of a Phenomenon of the world. Coblentz
is become a small extra-national Versailles; a Versailles in partibus:
briguing, intriguing, favouritism, strumpetocracy itself, they say, goes
on there; all the old activities, on a small scale, quickened by hungry
Revenge.

Enthusiasm, of loyalty, of hatred and hope, has risen to a high pitch;
as, in any Coblentz tavern, you may hear, in speech, and in singing.
Maury assists in the interior Council; much is decided on; for one
thing, they keep lists of the dates of your emigrating; a month sooner,
or a month later determines your greater or your less right to
the coming Division of the Spoil. Cazales himself, because he had
occasionally spoken with a Constitutional tone, was looked on coldly at
first: so pure are our principles. (Montgaillard, iii. 517; Toulongeon,
(ubi supra).) And arms are a-hammering at Liege; 'three thousand
horses' ambling hitherward from the Fairs of Germany: Cavalry enrolling;
likewise Foot-soldiers, 'in blue coat, red waistcoat, and nankeen
trousers!' (See Hist. Parl. xiii. 11-38, 41-61, 358, &c.) They have
their secret domestic correspondences, as their open foreign: with
disaffected Crypto-Aristocrats, with contumacious Priests, with Austrian
Committee in the Tuileries. Deserters are spirited over by assiduous
crimps; Royal-Allemand is gone almost wholly. Their route of march,
towards France and the Division of the Spoil, is marked out, were the
Kaiser once ready. "It is said, they mean to poison the sources; but,"
adds Patriotism making Report of it, "they will not poison the source of
Liberty," whereat 'on applaudit,' we cannot but applaud. Also they have
manufactories of False Assignats;