s-voice,
refusing to be rejected: it is the Citoyenne who would do France a
service. Marat, recognising from within, cries, Admit her. Charlotte
Corday is admitted.

Citoyen Marat, I am from Caen the seat of rebellion, and wished to speak
with you.--Be seated, mon enfant. Now what are the Traitors doing at
Caen? What Deputies are at Caen?--Charlotte names some Deputies. "Their
heads shall fall within a fortnight," croaks the eager People's-Friend,
clutching his tablets to write: Barbaroux, Petion, writes he with
bare shrunk arm, turning aside in the bath: Petion, and Louvet,
and--Charlotte has drawn her knife from the sheath; plunges it, with one
sure stroke, into the writer's heart. "A moi, chere amie, Help, dear!"
No more could the Death-choked say or shriek. The helpful Washerwoman
running in, there is no Friend of the People, or Friend of the
Washerwoman, left; but his life with a groan gushes out, indignant, to
the shades below. (Moniteur, Nos. 197, 198, 199; Hist. Parl. xxviii.
301-5; Deux Amis, x. 368-374.)

And so Marat People's-Friend is ended; the lone Stylites has got hurled
down suddenly from his Pillar,--whither He that made him does know.
Patriot Paris may sound triple and tenfold, in dole and wail; re-echoed
by Patriot France; and the Convention, 'Chabot pale with terror
declaring that they are to be all assassinated,' may decree him Pantheon
Honours, Public Funeral, Mirabeau's dust making way for him; and Jacobin
Societies, in lamentable oratory, summing up his character, parallel him
to One, whom they think it honour to call 'the good Sansculotte,'--whom
we name not here. (See Eloge funebre de Jean-Paul Marat, prononce a
Strasbourg in Barbaroux, p. 125-131; Mercier, &c.) Also a Chapel may
be made, for the urn that holds his Heart, in the Place du Carrousel;
and new-born children be named Marat; and Lago-de-Como Hawkers bake
mountains of stucco into unbeautiful Busts; and David paint his Picture,
or Death-scene; and such other Apotheosis take place as the human
genius, in these circumstances, can devise: but Marat returns no more
to the light of this Sun. One sole circumstance we have read with clear
sympathy, in the old Moniteur Newspaper: how Marat's brother comes from
Neuchatel to ask of the Convention 'that the deceased Jean-Paul Marat's
musket be given him.' (Seance du 16 Septembre 1793.) For Marat too had
a brother, and natural affections; and was wrapt once in
swaddling-clothes, and slept safe i