ers, if not here, then there. It is one of those Carnage-fields,
such as you read of by the name 'Glorious Victory,' brought home in this
case to one's own door.

But the blackbrowed Marseillese have struck down the Tyrant of the
Chateau. He is struck down; low, and hardly to rise. What a moment
for an august Legislative was that when the Hereditary Representative
entered, under such circumstances; and the Grenadier, carrying
the little Prince Royal out of the Press, set him down on the
Assembly-table! A moment,--which one had to smooth off with oratory;
waiting what the next would bring! Louis said few words: "He was come
hither to prevent a great crime; he believed himself safer nowhere than
here." President Vergniaud answered briefly, in vague oratory as we say,
about "defence of Constituted Authorities," about dying at our post.
(Moniteur, Seance du 10 Aout 1792.) And so King Louis sat him down;
first here, then there; for a difficulty arose, the Constitution not
permitting us to debate while the King is present: finally he settles
himself with his Family in the 'Loge of the Logographe' in the
Reporter's-Box of a Journalist: which is beyond the enchanted
Constitutional Circuit, separated from it by a rail. To such Lodge of
the Logographe, measuring some ten feet square, with a small closet at
the entrance of it behind, is the King of broad France now limited: here
can he and his sit pent, under the eyes of the world, or retire into
their closet at intervals; for the space of sixteen hours. Such quiet
peculiar moment has the Legislative lived to see.

But also what a moment was that other, few minutes later, when the three
Marseillese cannon went off, and the Swiss rolling-fire and universal
thunder, like the Crack of Doom, began to rattle! Honourable Members
start to their feet; stray bullets singing epicedium even here,
shivering in with window-glass and jingle. "No, this is our post; let us
die here!" They sit therefore, like stone Legislators. But may not the
Lodge of the Logographe be forced from behind? Tear down the railing
that divides it from the enchanted Constitutional Circuit! Ushers tear
and tug; his Majesty himself aiding from within: the railing gives way;
Majesty and Legislative are united in place, unknown Destiny hovering
over both.

Rattle, and again rattle, went the thunder; one breathless wide-eyed
messenger rushing in after another: King's orders to the Swiss went
out. It was a fearful thunde