-Loan
of a Milliard,' some Fifty-Millions Sterling; which of course they that
have must lend. Unexampled enough: it has grown to be no country for the
Rich, this; but a country for the Poor! And then if one fly, what steads
it? Dead in Law; nay kept alive fifty years yet, for their
accursed behoof! In this manner, therefore, it goes; topsyturvying,
ca-ira-ing;--and withal there is endless sale of Emigrant
National-Property, there is Cambon with endless cornucopia of Assignats.
The Trade and Finance of Sansculottism; and how, with Maximum and
Bakers'-queues, with Cupidity, Hunger, Denunciation and Paper-money,
it led its galvanic-life, and began and ended,--remains the most
interesting of all Chapters in Political Economy: still to be written.

All which things are they not clean against Formula? O Girondin Friends,
it is not a Republic of the Virtues we are getting; but only a Republic
of the Strengths, virtuous and other!

Chapter 3.3.VI.

The Traitor.

But Dumouriez, with his fugitive Host, with his King Ludovicus or King
Philippus? There lies the crisis; there hangs the question: Revolution
Prodigy, or Counter-Revolution?--One wide shriek covers that North-East
region. Soldiers, full of rage, suspicion and terror, flock hither and
thither; Dumouriez the many-counselled, never off horseback, knows
now no counsel that were not worse than none: the counsel, namely,
of joining himself with Cobourg; marching to Paris, extinguishing
Jacobinism, and, with some new King Ludovicus or King Philippus, resting
the Constitution of 1791! (Dumouriez, Memoires, iv. c. 7-10.)

Is Wisdom quitting Dumouriez; the herald of Fortune quitting him?
Principle, faith political or other, beyond a certain faith of
mess-rooms, and honour of an officer, had him not to quit. At any
rate, his quarters in the Burgh of Saint-Amand; his headquarters in
the Village of Saint-Amand des Boues, a short way off,--have become a
Bedlam. National Representatives, Jacobin Missionaries are riding and
running: of the 'three Towns,' Lille, Valenciennes or even Conde, which
Dumouriez wanted to snatch for himself, not one can be snatched: your
Captain is admitted, but the Town-gate is closed on him, and then the
Prison gate, and 'his men wander about the ramparts.' Couriers
gallop breathless; men wait, or seem waiting, to assassinate, to
be assassinated; Battalions nigh frantic with such suspicion and
uncertainty, with Vive-la-Republique and Sauve-qui-peut