the Queen, with
an air of dignity and sorrowful resignation, sat among the tables and
Grenadiers, a woman offers her too a Red Cap; she holds it in her hand,
even puts it on the little Prince Royal. "Madame," said Santerre, "this
People loves you more than you think." (Toulongeon, ii. 173; Campan,
ii. c. 20.)--About eight o'clock the Royal Family fall into each other's
arms amid 'torrents of tears.' Unhappy Family! Who would not weep for
it, were there not a whole world to be wept for?

Thus has the Age of Chivalry gone, and that of Hunger come. Thus does
all-needing Sansculottism look in the face of its Roi, Regulator, King
or Ableman; and find that he has nothing to give it. Thus do the two
Parties, brought face to face after long centuries, stare stupidly at
one another, This am I; but, Good Heaven, is that thou?--and depart,
not knowing what to make of it. And yet, Incongruities having recognised
themselves to be incongruous, something must be made of it. The Fates
know what.

This is the world-famous Twentieth of June, more worthy to be called the
Procession of the Black Breeches. With which, what we had to say of this
First French biennial Parliament, and its products and activities, may
perhaps fitly enough terminate.

BOOK 2.VI.

THE MARSEILLESE

Chapter 2.6.I.

Executive that does not act.

How could your paralytic National Executive be put 'in action,' in any
measure, by such a Twentieth of June as this? Quite contrariwise: a
large sympathy for Majesty so insulted arises every where; expresses
itself in Addresses, Petitions 'Petition of the Twenty Thousand
inhabitants of Paris,' and such like, among all Constitutional persons;
a decided rallying round the Throne.

Of which rallying it was thought King Louis might have made something.
However, he does make nothing of it, or attempt to make; for indeed his
views are lifted beyond domestic sympathy and rallying, over to Coblentz
mainly: neither in itself is the same sympathy worth much. It is
sympathy of men who believe still that the Constitution can march.
Wherefore the old discord and ferment, of Feuillant sympathy for
Royalty, and Jacobin sympathy for Fatherland, acting against each
other from within; with terror of Coblentz and Brunswick acting from
without:--this discord and ferment must hold on its course, till a
catastrophe do ripen and come. One would think, especially as Brunswick
is near marching, such catastrophe cannot now be dista