r into the interior of Cimmeria, to 'a Fortress
called Spitzberg' on the Danube River; and left him there, at an
elevation of perhaps a hundred and fifty feet, to his own bitter
reflections. Reflections; and also devices! For the indomitable
Old-dragoon constructs wing-machinery, of Paperkite; saws window-bars:
determines to fly down. He will seize a boat, will follow the
River's course: land somewhere in Crim Tartary, in the Black Sea or
Constantinople region: a la Sindbad! Authentic History, accordingly,
looking far into Cimmeria, discerns dimly a phenomenon. In the dead
night-watches, the Spitzberg sentry is near fainting with terror: Is
it a huge vague Portent descending through the night air? It is a
huge National Representative Old-dragoon, descending by Paperkite; too
rapidly, alas! For Drouet had taken with him 'a small provision-store,
twenty pounds weight or thereby;' which proved accelerative: so he fell,
fracturing his leg; and lay there, moaning, till day dawned, till you
could discern clearly that he was not a Portent but a Representative!
(His narrative in Deux Amis, xiv. 177-86.)

Or see Saint-Just, in the Lines of Weissembourg, though physically of
a timid apprehensive nature, how he charges with his 'Alsatian Peasants
armed hastily' for the nonce; the solemn face of him blazing into flame;
his black hair and tricolor hat-taffeta flowing in the breeze; These our
Lines of Weissembourg were indeed forced, and Prussia and the Emigrants
rolled through: but we re-force the Lines of Weissembourg; and Prussia
and the Emigrants roll back again still faster,--hurled with bayonet
charges and fiery ca-ira-ing.

Ci-devant Serjeant Pichegru, ci-devant Serjeant Hoche, risen now to
be Generals, have done wonders here. Tall Pichegru was meant for
the Church; was Teacher of Mathematics once, in Brienne School,--his
remarkablest Pupil there was the Boy Napoleon Buonaparte. He then, not
in the sweetest humour, enlisted exchanging ferula for musket; and had
got the length of the halberd, beyond which nothing could be hoped;
when the Bastille barriers falling made passage for him, and he is here.
Hoche bore a hand at the literal overturn of the Bastille; he was, as we
saw, a Serjeant of the Gardes Francaises, spending his pay in rushlights
and cheap editions of books. How the Mountains are burst, and many an
Enceladus is disemprisoned: and Captains founding on Four parchments of
Nobility, are blown with their parchments ac