ssible, and that "the service will suffer." Then comes
reasoning; the voice of the old Archivist getting loud. Vain to reason
loud with this Dumouriez; he answers mere angry irreverences. And
so, amid plumed staff-officers, very gloomy-looking; in jeopardy and
uncertainty, these poor National messengers debate and consult, retire
and re-enter, for the space of some two hours: without effect. Whereupon
Archivist Camus, getting quite loud, proclaims, in the name of the
National Convention, for he has the power to do it, That General
Dumouriez is arrested: "Will you obey the National Mandate, General!"
"Pas dans ce moment-ci, Not at this particular moment," answers the
General also aloud; then glancing the other way, utters certain unknown
vocables, in a mandatory manner; seemingly a German word-of-command.
(Dumouriez, iv. 159, &c.) Hussars clutch the Four National
Representatives, and Beurnonville the War-minister; pack them out of the
apartment; out of the Village, over the lines to Cobourg, in two chaises
that very night,--as hostages, prisoners; to lie long in Maestricht and
Austrian strongholds! (Their Narrative, written by Camus in Toulongeon,
iii. app. 60-87.) Jacta est alea.

This night Dumouriez prints his 'Proclamation;' this night and the
morrow the Dumouriez Army, in such darkness visible, and rage of
semi-desperation as there is, shall meditate what the General is doing,
what they themselves will do in it. Judge whether this Wednesday was of
halcyon nature, for any one! But, on the Thursday morning, we
discern Dumouriez with small escort, with Chartres Egalite and a few
staff-officers, ambling along the Conde Highway: perhaps they are for
Conde, and trying to persuade the Garrison there; at all events,
they are for an interview with Cobourg, who waits in the woods by
appointment, in that quarter. Nigh the Village of Doumet, three National
Battalions, a set of men always full of Jacobinism, sweep past us;
marching rather swiftly,--seemingly in mistake, by a way we had not
ordered. The General dismounts, steps into a cottage, a little from
the wayside; will give them right order in writing. Hark! what strange
growling is heard: what barkings are heard, loud yells of "Traitors," of
"Arrest:" the National Battalions have wheeled round, are emitting shot!
Mount, Dumouriez, and spring for life! Dumouriez and Staff strike the
spurs in, deep; vault over ditches, into the fields, which prove to be
morasses; sprawl and