ative, spurred and stung into action
by a whole France and a whole Europe, cannot act; can only objurgate
and perorate; with stormy 'motions,' and motion in which is no way: with
effervescence, with noise and fuliginous fury!

What scenes in that National Hall! President jingling his inaudible
bell; or, as utmost signal of distress, clapping on his hat; 'the tumult
subsiding in twenty minutes,' and this or the other indiscreet Member
sent to the Abbaye Prison for three days! Suspected Persons must be
summoned and questioned; old M. de Sombreuil of the Invalides has to
give account of himself, and why he leaves his Gates open. Unusual
smoke rose from the Sevres Pottery, indicating conspiracy; the Potters
explained that it was Necklace-Lamotte's Memoirs, bought up by her
Majesty, which they were endeavouring to suppress by fire, (Moniteur,
Seance du 28 Mai 1792; Campan, ii. 196.)--which nevertheless he that
runs may still read.

Again, it would seem, Duke de Brissac and the King's
Constitutional-Guard are 'making cartridges secretly in the cellars;'
a set of Royalists, pure and impure; black cut-throats many of them,
picked out of gaming houses and sinks; in all Six thousand instead of
Eighteen hundred; who evidently gloom on us every time we enter the
Chateau. (Dumouriez, ii. 168.) Wherefore, with infinite debate, let
Brissac and King's Guard be disbanded. Disbanded accordingly they are;
after only two months of existence, for they did not get on foot till
March of this same year. So ends briefly the King's new Constitutional
Maison Militaire; he must now be guarded by mere Swiss and blue
Nationals again. It seems the lot of Constitutional things. New
Constitutional Maison Civile he would never even establish, much as
Barnave urged it; old resident Duchesses sniffed at it, and held aloof;
on the whole her Majesty thought it not worth while, the Noblesse would
so soon be back triumphant. (Campan, ii. c. 19.)

Or, looking still into this National Hall and its scenes, behold Bishop
Torne, a Constitutional Prelate, not of severe morals, demanding that
'religious costumes and such caricatures' be abolished. Bishop Torne
warms, catches fire; finishes by untying, and indignantly flinging on
the table, as if for gage or bet, his own pontifical cross. Which cross,
at any rate, is instantly covered by the cross of Te-Deum Fauchet, then
by other crosses, and insignia, till all are stripped; this clerical
Senator clutching off hi