nd signal given, the so-called Parliament could
introduce no bill, could do no work? Robespierre himself, whose words
are a law, opens his incorruptible lips copiously in the Jacobins Hall.
Smaller Council of Salut Public, Greater Council of Surete Generale, all
active Parties, come here to plead; to shape beforehand what decision
they must arrive at, what destiny they have to expect. Now if a
question arose, Which of those Two Chambers, Convention, or Lords of the
Articles, was the stronger? Happily they as yet go hand in hand.

As for the National Convention, truly it has become a most composed
Body. Quenched now the old effervescence; the Seventy-three locked in
ward; once noisy Friends of the Girondins sunk all into silent men
of the Plain, called even 'Frogs of the Marsh,' Crapauds du Marais!
Addresses come, Revolutionary Church-plunder comes; Deputations, with
prose, or strophes: these the Convention receives. But beyond this,
the Convention has one thing mainly to do: to listen what Salut Public
proposes, and say, Yea.

Bazire followed by Chabot, with some impetuosity, declared, one morning,
that this was not the way of a Free Assembly. "There ought to be an
Opposition side, a Cote Droit," cried Chabot; "if none else will form
it, I will: people say to me, You will all get guillotined in your turn,
first you and Bazire, then Danton, then Robespierre himself." (Debats,
du 10 Novembre, 1723.) So spake the Disfrocked, with a loud voice: next
week, Bazire and he lie in the Abbaye; wending, one may fear, towards
Tinville and the Axe; and 'people say to me'--what seems to be proving
true! Bazire's blood was all inflamed with Revolution fever; with
coffee and spasmodic dreams. (Dictionnaire des Hommes Marquans, i. 115.)
Chabot, again, how happy with his rich Jew-Austrian wife, late Fraulein
Frey! But he lies in Prison; and his two Jew-Austrian Brothers-in-Law,
the Bankers Frey, lie with him; waiting the urn of doom. Let a National
Convention, therefore, take warning, and know its function. Let the
Convention, all as one man, set its shoulder to the work; not with
bursts of Parliamentary eloquence, but in quite other and serviceable
ways!

Convention Commissioners, what we ought to call Representatives,
'Representans on mission,' fly, like the Herald Mercury, to all points
of the Territory; carrying your behests far and wide. In their 'round
hat plumed with tricolor feathers, girt with flowing tricolor taffeta;
in clo