iotism. Or indeed may not 'the root of it
all lie in the Temple Prison, in the heart of a perjured King,' well as
we guard him? (Ibid. 409.) Unhappy perjured King!--And so there shall
be Baker's Queues, by and by, more sharp-tempered than ever: on every
Baker's door-rabbet an iron ring, and coil of rope; whereon, with
firm grip, on this side and that, we form our Queue: but mischievous
deceitful persons cut the rope, and our Queue becomes a ravelment;
wherefore the coil must be made of iron chain. (Mercier, Nouveau Paris.)
Also there shall be Prices of Grain well fixed; but then no grain
purchasable by them: bread not to be had except by Ticket from the
Mayor, few ounces per mouth daily; after long swaying, with firm grip,
on the chain of the Queue. And Hunger shall stalk direful; and Wrath and
Suspicion, whetted to the Preternatural pitch, shall stalk;--as
those other preternatural 'shapes of Gods in their wrathfulness' were
discerned stalking, 'in glare and gloom of that fire-ocean,' when Troy
Town fell!--

Chapter 3.2.III.

Discrowned.

But the question more pressing than all on the Legislator, as yet, is
this third: What shall be done with King Louis?

King Louis, now King and Majesty to his own family alone, in their own
Prison Apartment alone, has been Louis Capet and the Traitor Veto with
the rest of France. Shut in his Circuit of the Temple, he has heard and
seen the loud whirl of things; yells of September Massacres, Brunswick
war-thunders dying off in disaster and discomfiture; he passive, a
spectator merely;--waiting whither it would please to whirl with him.
From the neighbouring windows, the curious, not without pity, might see
him walk daily, at a certain hour, in the Temple Garden, with his Queen,
Sister and two Children, all that now belongs to him in this Earth.
(Moore, i. 123; ii. 224, &c.) Quietly he walks and waits; for he is not
of lively feelings, and is of a devout heart. The wearied Irresolute
has, at least, no need of resolving now. His daily meals, lessons to his
Son, daily walk in the Garden, daily game at ombre or drafts, fill up
the day: the morrow will provide for itself.

The morrow indeed; and yet How? Louis asks, How? France, with perhaps
still more solicitude, asks, How? A King dethroned by insurrection is
verily not easy to dispose of. Keep him prisoner, he is a secret centre
for the Disaffected, for endless plots, attempts and hopes of theirs.
Banish him, he is an open centr