herself, pleading with
Manuel as a Sister in Literature, pleading even with Clerk Tallien; a
pray to nameless chagrins! (De Stael, Considerations sur la Revolution,
ii. 67-81.) Royalist Peltier, the Pamphleteer, gives a touching
Narrative (not deficient in height of colouring) of the terrors of
that night. From five in the afternoon, a great City is struck suddenly
silent; except for the beating of drums, for the tramp of marching
feet; and ever and anon the dread thunder of the knocker at some door, a
Tricolor Commissioner with his blue Guards (black-guards!) arriving.
All Streets are vacant, says Peltier; beset by Guards at each end: all
Citizens are ordered to be within doors. On the River float sentinal
barges, lest we escape by water: the Barriers hermetically closed.
Frightful! The sun shines; serenely westering, in smokeless
mackerel-sky: Paris is as if sleeping, as if dead:--Paris is holding
its breath, to see what stroke will fall on it. Poor Peltier! Acts of
Apostles, and all jocundity of Leading-Articles, are gone out, and it is
become bitter earnest instead; polished satire changed now into coarse
pike-points (hammered out of railing); all logic reduced to this one
primitive thesis, An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!--Peltier,
dolefully aware of it, ducks low; escapes unscathed to England; to
urge there the inky war anew; to have Trial by Jury, in due season, and
deliverance by young Whig eloquence, world-celebrated for a day.

Of 'thirty thousand,' naturally, great multitudes were left unmolested:
but, as we said, some four hundred, designated as 'persons suspect,'
were seized; and an unspeakable terror fell on all. Wo to him who is
guilty of Plotting, of Anticivism, Royalism, Feuillantism; who, guilty
or not guilty, has an enemy in his Section to call him guilty! Poor old
M. de Cazotte is seized, his young loved Daughter with him, refusing
to quit him. Why, O Cazotte, wouldst thou quit romancing, and Diable
Amoureux, for such reality as this? Poor old M. de Sombreuil, he of the
Invalides, is seized: a man seen askance, by Patriotism ever since the
Bastille days: whom also a fond Daughter will not quit. With young tears
hardly suppressed, and old wavering weakness rousing itself once more--O
my brothers, O my sisters!

The famed and named go; the nameless, if they have an accuser. Necklace
Lamotte's Husband is in these Prisons (she long since squelched on the
London Pavements); but gets delivered. Gr