-Huruge is heard. And shrill women vociferate from all
Galleries, the Convention ones and downwards. Nay a 'Central Committee'
of all the Forty-eight Sections, looms forth huge and dubious; sitting
dim in the Archeveche, sending Resolutions, receiving them: a Centre of
the Sections; in dread deliberation as to a New Tenth of August!

One thing we will specify to throw light on many: the aspect under
which, seen through the eyes of these Girondin Twelve, or even seen
through one's own eyes, the Patriotism of the softer sex presents
itself. There are Female Patriots, whom the Girondins call Megaeras,
and count to the extent of eight thousand; with serpent-hair, all out
of curl; who have changed the distaff for the dagger. They are of 'the
Society called Brotherly,' Fraternelle, say Sisterly, which meets under
the roof of the Jacobins. 'Two thousand daggers,' or so, have been
ordered,--doubtless, for them. They rush to Versailles, to raise more
women; but the Versailles women will not rise. (Buzot, Memoires, pp. 69,
84; Meillan, Memoires, pp. 192, 195, 196. See Commission des Douze in
Choix des Rapports, xii. 69-131.)

Nay, behold, in National Garden of Tuileries,--Demoiselle Theroigne
herself is become as a brownlocked Diana (were that possible) attacked
by her own dogs, or she-dogs! The Demoiselle, keeping her carriage, is
for Liberty indeed, as she has full well shewn; but then for Liberty
with Respectability: whereupon these serpent-haired Extreme She-Patriots
now do fasten on her, tatter her, shamefully fustigate her, in their
shameful way; almost fling her into the Garden-ponds, had not help
intervened. Help, alas, to small purpose. The poor Demoiselle's head and
nervous-system, none of the soundest, is so tattered and fluttered that
it will never recover; but flutter worse and worse, till it crack; and
within year and day we hear of her in madhouse, and straitwaistcoat,
which proves permanent!--Such brownlocked Figure did flutter, and
inarticulately jabber and gesticulate, little able to speak the obscure
meaning it had, through some segment of that Eighteenth Century of
Time. She disappears here from the Revolution and Public History, for
evermore. (Deux Amis, vii. 77-80; Forster, i. 514; Moore, i. 70. She
did not die till 1817; in the Salpetriere, in the most abject state of
insanity; see Esquirol, Des Maladies Mentales (Paris, 1838), i. 445-50.)

Another thing we will not again specify, yet again beseech the Rea