f matters most unofficial unsatisfactory,--is not to
be denied. Complaints are made; attempts are made: but without effect.
The attempts even recoil; and must be desisted from, for fear of worse:
the sceptre is departed from this Legislative once and always. A poor
Legislative, so hard was fate, had let itself be hand-gyved, nailed to
the rock like an Andromeda, and could only wail there to the Earth
and Heavens; miraculously a winged Perseus (or Improvised Commune) has
dawned out of the void Blue, and cut her loose: but whether now is
it she, with her softness and musical speech, or is it he, with his
hardness and sharp falchion and aegis, that shall have casting vote?
Melodious agreement of vote; this were the rule! But if otherwise, and
votes diverge, then surely Andromeda's part is to weep,--if possible,
tears of gratitude alone.

Be content, O France, with this Improvised Commune, such as it is! It
has the implements, and has the hands: the time is not long. On Sunday
the twenty-sixth of August, our Primary Assemblies shall meet, begin
electing of Electors; on Sunday the second of September (may the day
prove lucky!) the Electors shall begin electing Deputies; and so an
all-healing National Convention will come together. No marc d'argent, or
distinction of Active and Passive, now insults the French Patriot:
but there is universal suffrage, unlimited liberty to choose.
Old-constituents, Present-Legislators, all France is eligible. Nay, it
may be said, the flower of all the Universe (de l'Univers) is eligible;
for in these very days we, by act of Assembly, 'naturalise' the chief
Foreign Friends of humanity: Priestley, burnt out for us in Birmingham;
Klopstock, a genius of all countries; Jeremy Bentham, useful
Jurisconsult; distinguished Paine, the rebellious Needleman;--some of
whom may be chosen. As is most fit; for a Convention of this kind. In a
word, Seven Hundred and Forty-five unshackled sovereigns, admired of the
universe, shall replace this hapless impotency of a Legislative,--out of
which, it is likely, the best members, and the Mountain in mass, may
be re-elected. Roland is getting ready the Salles des Cent Suisses, as
preliminary rendezvous for them; in that void Palace of the Tuileries,
now void and National, and not a Palace, but a Caravansera.

As for the Spontaneous Commune, one may say that there never was on
Earth a stranger Town-Council. Administration, not of a great City, but
of a great Kingdom i