istry Ministere-Sansculotte. A Louvet, of the
Romance Faublas, is busy in the Jacobins. A Cazotte, of the Romance
Diable Amoureux, is busy elsewhere: better wert thou quiet, old Cazotte;
it is a world, this, of magic become real! All men are busy; doing
they only half guess what:--flinging seeds, of tares mostly, into the
"Seed-field of TIME" this, by and by, will declare wholly what.

But Social Explosions have in them something dread, and as it were mad
and magical: which indeed Life always secretly has; thus the dumb Earth
(says Fable), if you pull her mandrake-roots, will give a daemonic
mad-making moan. These Explosions and Revolts ripen, break forth like
dumb dread Forces of Nature; and yet they are Men's forces; and yet we
are part of them: the Daemonic that is in man's life has burst out on
us, will sweep us too away!--One day here is like another, and yet it is
not like but different. How much is growing, silently resistless, at all
moments! Thoughts are growing; forms of Speech are growing, and Customs
and even Costumes; still more visibly are actions and transactions
growing, and that doomed Strife, of France with herself and with the
whole world.

The word Liberty is never named now except in conjunction with another;
Liberty and Equality. In like manner, what, in a reign of Liberty and
Equality, can these words, 'Sir,' 'obedient Servant,' 'Honour to be,'
and such like, signify? Tatters and fibres of old Feudality; which, were
it only in the Grammatical province, ought to be rooted out! The Mother
Society has long since had proposals to that effect: these she could
not entertain, not at the moment. Note too how the Jacobin Brethren are
mounting new symbolical headgear: the Woollen Cap or Nightcap, bonnet de
laine, better known as bonnet rouge, the colour being red. A thing
one wears not only by way of Phrygian Cap-of-Liberty, but also for
convenience' sake, and then also in compliment to the Lower-class
Patriots and Bastille-Heroes; for the Red Nightcap combines all the
three properties. Nay cockades themselves begin to be made of wool, of
tricolor yarn: the riband-cockade, as a symptom of Feuillant Upper-class
temper, is becoming suspicious. Signs of the times.

Still more, note the travail-throes of Europe: or, rather, note the
birth she brings; for the successive throes and shrieks, of Austrian
and Prussian Alliance, of Kaunitz Anti-jacobin Despatch, of French
Ambassadors cast out, and so forth, were lo