y Shakespeare. For epigrammatic Manuel
rises, speaks strange things; how the President shall have a guard of
honour, and lodge in the Tuileries:--rejected. And Danton rises and
speaks; and Collot d'Herbois rises, and Curate Gregoire, and lame
Couthon of the Mountain rises; and in rapid Meliboean stanzas, only a
few lines each, they propose motions not a few: That the corner-stone of
our new Constitution is Sovereignty of the People; that our Constitution
shall be accepted by the People or be null; further that the People
ought to be avenged, and have right Judges; that the Imposts must
continue till new order; that Landed and other Property be sacred
forever; finally that 'Royalty from this day is abolished in
France:'--Decreed all, before four o'clock strike, with acclamation of
the world! (Hist. Parl. xix. 19.) The tree was all so ripe; only shake
it and there fall such yellow cart-loads.

And so over in the Valmy Region, as soon as the news come, what stir
is this, audible, visible from our muddy heights of La Lune? (Williams,
iii. 71.) Universal shouting of the French on their opposite hillside;
caps raised on bayonets; and a sound as of Republique; Vive la
Republique borne dubious on the winds!--On the morrow morning, so to
speak, Brunswick slings his knapsacks before day, lights any fires he
has; and marches without tap of drum. Dumouriez finds ghastly symptoms
in that camp; 'latrines full of blood!' (1st October, 1792; Dumouriez,
iii. 73.) The chivalrous King of Prussia, for he as we saw is here
in person, may long rue the day; may look colder than ever on these
dulled-bright Seigneurs, and French Princes their Country's hope;--and,
on the whole, put on his great-coat without ceremony, happy that he
has one. They retire, all retire with convenient despatch, through a
Champagne trodden into a quagmire, the wild weather pouring on them;
Dumouriez through his Kellermanns and Dillons pricking them a little in
the hinder parts. A little, not much; now pricking, now negotiating: for
Brunswick has his eyes opened; and the Majesty of Prussia is a repentant
Majesty.

Nor has Austria prospered, nor the Wooden Horse of Thionville bitten his
hay; nor Lille City surrendered itself. The Lille trenches opened, on
the 29th of the month; with balls and shells, and redhot balls; as if
not trenches but Vesuvius and the Pit had opened. It was frightful, say
all eye-witnesses; but it is ineffectual. The Lillers have risen to such
t