was the
destructive rage of these Aristocrats on the ever-memorable Tenth. Nay,
apart from vengeance, and with an eye to Public Salvation only, are
there not still, in this Paris (in round numbers) 'thirty thousand
Aristocrats,' of the most malignant humour; driven now to their last
trump-card?--Be patient, ye Patriots: our New High Court, 'Tribunal of
the Seventeenth,' sits; each Section has sent Four Jurymen; and Danton,
extinguishing improper judges, improper practices wheresoever found, is
'the same man you have known at the Cordeliers.' With such a Minister
of Justice shall not Justice be done?--Let it be swift then, answers
universal Patriotism; swift and sure!--

One would hope, this Tribunal of the Seventeenth is swifter than most.
Already on the 21st, while our Court is but four days old, Collenot
d'Angremont, 'the Royal enlister' (crimp, embaucheur) dies by
torch-light. For, lo, the great Guillotine, wondrous to behold, now
stands there; the Doctor's Idea has become Oak and Iron; the huge
cyclopean axe 'falls in its grooves like the ram of the Pile-engine,'
swiftly snuffing out the light of men?' 'Mais vous, Gualches, what have
you invented?' This?--Poor old Laporte, Intendant of the Civil List,
follows next; quietly, the mild old man. Then Durosoy, Royalist
Placarder, 'cashier of all the Anti-Revolutionists of the interior:' he
went rejoicing; said that a Royalist like him ought to die, of all days
on this day, the 25th or Saint Louis's Day. All these have been tried,
cast,--the Galleries shouting approval; and handed over to the Realised
Idea, within a week. Besides those whom we have acquitted, the Galleries
murmuring, and have dismissed; or even have personally guarded back
to Prison, as the Galleries took to howling, and even to menacing and
elbowing. (Moore's Journal, i. 159-168.) Languid this Tribunal is not.

Nor does the other movement slacken; the rushing against foreign
Despots. Strong forces shall meet in death-grip; drilled Europe against
mad undrilled France; and singular conclusions will be tried.--Conceive
therefore, in some faint degree, the tumult that whirls in this France,
in this Paris! Placards from Section, from Commune, from Legislative,
from the individual Patriot, flame monitory on all walls. Flags of
Danger to Fatherland wave at the Hotel-de-Ville; on the Pont Neuf--over
the prostrate Statues of Kings. There is universal enlisting, urging to
enlist; there is tearful-boastful leave-t