th the Austrians hanging
close on him, he busy meanwhile training a few thousands to stand fire
and be soldiers, declares that, come of it what will, he cannot obey.
(Dumouriez, ii. 1, 5.) Will a poor Legislative, therefore, sanction
Dumouriez; who applies to it, 'not knowing whether there is any
War-ministry?' Or sanction Luckner and these Lafayette movements?

The poor Legislative knows not what to do. It decrees, however, that
the Staff of the Paris Guard, and indeed all such Staffs, for they are
Feuillants mostly, shall be broken and replaced. It decrees earnestly in
what manner one can declare that the Country is in Danger. And finally,
on the 11th of July, the morrow of that day when the Ministry struck
work, it decrees that the Country be, with all despatch, declared in
Danger. Whereupon let the King sanction; let the Municipality take
measures: if such Declaration will do service, it need not fail.

In Danger, truly, if ever Country was! Arise, O Country; or be trodden
down to ignominious ruin! Nay, are not the chances a hundred to one that
no rising of the Country will save it; Brunswick, the Emigrants, and
Feudal Europe drawing nigh?

Chapter 2.6.II.

Let us march.

But to our minds the notablest of all these moving phenomena, is that of
Barbaroux's 'Six Hundred Marseillese who know how to die.'

Prompt to the request of Barbaroux, the Marseilles Municipality has got
these men together: on the fifth morning of July, the Townhall says,
"Marchez, abatez le Tyran, March, strike down the Tyrant;" (Dampmartin,
ii. 183.) and they, with grim appropriate "Marchons," are marching. Long
journey, doubtful errand; Enfans de la Patrie, may a good genius guide
you! Their own wild heart and what faith it has will guide them: and is
not that the monition of some genius, better or worse? Five Hundred and
Seventeen able men, with Captains of fifties and tens; well armed all,
musket on shoulder, sabre on thigh: nay they drive three pieces of
cannon; for who knows what obstacles may occur? Municipalities there
are, paralyzed by War-minister; Commandants with orders to stop even
Federation Volunteers; good, when sound arguments will not open a
Town-gate, if you have a petard to shiver it! They have left their sunny
Phocean City and Sea-haven, with its bustle and its bloom: the thronging
Course, with high-frondent Avenues, pitchy dockyards, almond and olive
groves, orange trees on house-tops, and white glittering bastides