ited, that he might retire to remote obscurity to the country and
his books. They will never be audited those accounts; he will never get
retired thither.

It was on Tuesday that Roland demitted. On Thursday comes Lepelletier
St. Fargeau's Funeral, and passage to the Pantheon of Great Men. Notable
as the wild pageant of a winter day. The Body is borne aloft, half-bare;
the winding sheet disclosing the death-wound: sabre and bloody
clothes parade themselves; a 'lugubrious music' wailing harsh naeniae.
Oak-crowns shower down from windows; President Vergniaud walks there,
with Convention, with Jacobin Society, and all Patriots of every colour,
all mourning brotherlike.

Notable also for another thing, this Burial of Lepelletier: it was the
last act these men ever did with concert! All Parties and figures of
Opinion, that agitate this distracted France and its Convention, now
stand, as it were, face to face, and dagger to dagger; the King's Life,
round which they all struck and battled, being hurled down. Dumouriez,
conquering Holland, growls ominous discontent, at the head of Armies.
Men say Dumouriez will have a King; that young d'Orleans Egalite shall
be his King. Deputy Fauchet, in the Journal des Amis, curses his day,
more bitterly than Job did; invokes the poniards of Regicides, of 'Arras
Vipers' or Robespierres, of Pluto Dantons, of horrid Butchers Legendre
and Simulacra d'Herbois, to send him swiftly to another world than
theirs. (Hist. Parl. ubi supra.) This is Te-Deum Fauchet, of the
Bastille Victory, of the Cercle Social. Sharp was the death-hail
rattling round one's Flag-of-truce, on that Bastille day: but it was
soft to such wreckage of high Hope as this; one's New Golden Era going
down in leaden dross, and sulphurous black of the Everlasting Darkness!

At home this Killing of a King has divided all friends; and abroad
it has united all enemies. Fraternity of Peoples, Revolutionary
Propagandism; Atheism, Regicide; total destruction of social order in
this world! All Kings, and lovers of Kings, and haters of Anarchy,
rank in coalition; as in a war for life. England signifies to Citizen
Chauvelin, the Ambassador or rather Ambassador's-Cloak, that he must
quit the country in eight days. Ambassador's-Cloak and Ambassador,
Chauvelin and Talleyrand, depart accordingly. (Annual Register of
1793, pp. 114-128.) Talleyrand, implicated in that Iron Press of the
Tuileries, thinks it safest to make for America.

England