triot Towns; From Alencon, Briancon, and 'the Traders
at the Fair of Beaucaire.' Or what of these? On the 3rd of August,
Mayor Petion and the Municipality come petitioning for Forfeiture:
they openly, in their tricolor Municipal scarfs. Forfeiture is what all
Patriots now want and expect. All Brissotins want Forfeiture; with the
little Prince Royal for King, and us for Protector over him. Emphatic
Federes asks the legislature: "Can you save us, or not?" Forty-seven
Seconds have agreed to Forfeiture; only that of the Filles-Saint-Thomas
pretending to disagree. Nay Section Mauconseil declares Forfeiture to
be, properly speaking, come; Mauconseil for one 'does from this day,'
the last of July, 'cease allegiance to Louis,' and take minute of the
same before all men. A thing blamed aloud; but which will be praised
aloud; and the name Mauconseil, of Ill-counsel, be thenceforth changed
to Bonconseil, of Good-counsel.

President Danton, in the Cordeliers Section, does another thing: invites
all Passive Citizens to take place among the Active in Section-business,
one peril threatening all. Thus he, though an official person; cloudy
Atlas of the whole. Likewise he manages to have that blackbrowed
Battalion of Marseillese shifted to new Barracks, in his own region of
the remote South-East. Sleek Chaumette, cruel Billaud, Deputy Chabot
the Disfrocked, Huguenin with the tocsin in his heart, will welcome them
there. Wherefore, again and again: "O Legislators, can you save us or
not?" Poor Legislators; with their Legislature waterlogged, volcanic
Explosion charging under it! Forfeiture shall be debated on the ninth
day of August; that miserable business of Lafayette may be expected to
terminate on the eighth.

Or will the humane Reader glance into the Levee-day of Sunday the fifth?
The last Levee! Not for a long time, 'never,' says Bertrand-Moleville,
had a Levee been so brilliant, at least so crowded. A sad presaging
interest sat on every face; Bertrand's own eyes were filled with tears.
For, indeed, outside of that Tricolor Riband on the Feuillants Terrace,
Legislature is debating, Sections are defiling, all Paris is astir
this very Sunday, demanding Decheance. (Hist. Parl. xvi. 337-9.)
Here, however, within the riband, a grand proposal is on foot, for
the hundredth time, of carrying his Majesty to Rouen and the Castle of
Gaillon. Swiss at Courbevoye are in readiness; much is ready; Majesty
himself seems almost ready. Nevertheless,