xtinct Feuillants, men who thought the
Constitution would march! Lafayette rises to the altitude of the
situation; at the head of his Army. Legislative Commissioners are
posting towards him and it, on the Northern Frontier, to congratulate
and perorate: he orders the Municipality of Sedan to arrest these
Commissioners, and keep them strictly in ward as Rebels, till he say
further. The Sedan Municipals obey.

The Sedan Municipals obey: but the Soldiers of the Lafayette Army? The
Soldiers of the Lafayette Army have, as all Soldiers have, a kind of dim
feeling that they themselves are Sansculottes in buff belts; that the
victory of the Tenth of August is also a victory for them. They will not
rise and follow Lafayette to Paris; they will rise and send him thither!
On the 18th, which is but next Saturday, Lafayette, with some two or
three indignant Staff-officers, one of whom is Old-Constituent Alexandre
de Lameth, having first put his Lines in what order he could,--rides
swiftly over the Marches, towards Holland. Rides, alas, swiftly into
the claws of Austrians! He, long-wavering, trembling on the verge of the
horizon, has set, in Olmutz Dungeons; this History knows him no more.
Adieu, thou Hero of two worlds; thinnest, but compact honour-worthy man!
Through long rough night of captivity, through other tumults, triumphs
and changes, thou wilt swing well, 'fast-anchored to the Washington
Formula;' and be the Hero and Perfect-character, were it only of one
idea. The Sedan Municipals repent and protest; the Soldiers shout Vive
la Nation. Dumouriez Polymetis, from his Camp at Maulde, sees himself
made Commander in Chief.

And, O Brunswick! what sort of 'military execution' will Paris
merit now? Forward, ye well-drilled exterminatory men; with your
artillery-waggons, and camp kettles jingling. Forward, tall chivalrous
King of Prussia; fanfaronading Emigrants and war-god Broglie, 'for some
consolation to mankind,' which verily is not without need of some.

END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.

VOLUME III.

THE GUILLOTINE

BOOK 3.I.

SEPTEMBER

Chapter 3.1.I.

The Improvised Commune.

Ye have roused her, then, ye Emigrants and Despots of the world; France
is roused; long have ye been lecturing and tutoring this poor Nation,
like cruel uncalled-for pedagogues, shaking over her your ferulas
of fire and steel: it is long that ye have pricked and fillipped and
affrighted her, there as she sat helpless in her dead cer