wards 'our poorer brethren;'--those brethren
whom one often hears of under the collective name of 'the masses,' as
if they were not persons at all, but mounds of combustible explosive
material, for blowing down Bastilles with! In very truth, a
Revolutionist of this kind, is he not a Solecism? Disowned by Nature and
Art; deserving only to be erased, and disappear! Surely, to our poorer
brethren of Paris, all this Girondin patronage sounds deadening and
killing: if fine-spoken and incontrovertible in logic, then all the
falser, all the hatefuller in fact.

Nay doubtless, pleading for Popularity, here among our poorer brethren
of Paris, the Girondin has a hard game to play. If he gain the ear of
the Respectable at a distance, it is by insisting on September and such
like; it is at the expense of this Paris where he dwells and perorates.
Hard to perorate in such an auditory! Wherefore the question arises:
Could we not get ourselves out of this Paris? Twice or oftener such an
attempt is made. If not we ourselves, thinks Guadet, then at least
our Suppleans might do it. For every Deputy has his Suppleant, or
Substitute, who will take his place if need be: might not these
assemble, say at Bourges, which is a quiet episcopal Town, in quiet
Berri, forty good leagues off? In that case, what profit were it for
the Paris Sansculottery to insult us; our Suppleans sitting quiet
in Bourges, to whom we could run? Nay even the Primary electoral
Assemblies, thinks Guadet, might be reconvoked, and a New Convention
got, with new orders from the Sovereign people; and right glad were
Lyons, were Bourdeaux, Rouen, Marseilles, as yet Provincial Towns, to
welcome us in their turn, and become a sort of Capital Towns; and teach
these Parisians reason.

Fond schemes; which all misgo! If decreed, in heat of eloquent
logic, to-day, they are repealed, by clamour, and passionate wider
considerations, on the morrow. (Moniteur, 1793, No. 140, &c.) Will you,
O Girondins, parcel us into separate Republics, then; like the Swiss,
like your Americans; so that there be no Metropolis or indivisible
French Nation any more? Your Departmental Guard seemed to point that
way! Federal Republic? Federalist? Men and Knitting-women repeat
Federaliste, with or without much Dictionary-meaning; but go on
repeating it, as is usual in such cases, till the meaning of it
becomes almost magical, fit to designate all mystery of Iniquity;
and Federaliste has grown a word of Exo