nd from Tuileries Convention Hall this response in the shape
of Decree: 'The name of Conde is changed to Nord-Libre, North-Free.
The Army of the North ceases not to merit well of the country.'--To the
admiration of men! For lo, in some half hour, while the Convention yet
debates, there arrives this new answer: 'I inform thee, je t'annonce,
Citizen President, that the decree of Convention, ordering change of the
name Conde into North-Free; and the other declaring that the Army of
the North ceases not to merit well of the country, are transmitted and
acknowledged by Telegraph. I have instructed my Officer at Lille to
forward them to North-Free by express. Signed, CHAPPE.' (Choix des
Rapports, xv. 378, 384.)

Or see, over Fleurus in the Netherlands, where General Jourdan, having
now swept the soil of Liberty, and advanced thus far, is just about to
fight, and sweep or be swept, things there not in the Heaven's Vault,
some Prodigy, seen by Austrian eyes and spyglasses: in the similitude of
an enormous Windbag, with netting and enormous Saucer depending from it?
A Jove's Balance, O ye Austrian spyglasses? One saucer-hole of a Jove's
Balance; your poor Austrian scale having kicked itself quite aloft,
out of sight? By Heaven, answer the spyglasses, it is a Montgolfier, a
Balloon, and they are making signals! Austrian cannon-battery barks at
this Montgolfier; harmless as dog at the Moon: the Montgolfier makes its
signals; detects what Austrian ambuscade there may be, and descends
at its ease. (26th June, 1794, see Rapport de Guyton-Morveau sur les
aerostats, in Moniteur du 6 Vendemiaire, An 2.) What will not these
devils incarnate contrive?

On the whole, is it not, O Reader, one of the strangest Flame-Pictures
that ever painted itself; flaming off there, on its ground of
Guillotine-black? And the nightly Theatres are Twenty-three; and
the Salons de danse are sixty: full of mere Egalite, Fraternite and
Carmagnole. And Section Committee-rooms are Forty-eight; redolent of
tobacco and brandy: vigorous with twenty-pence a-day, coercing the
suspect. And the Houses of Arrest are Twelve for Paris alone; crowded
and even crammed. And at all turns, you need your 'Certificate of
Civism;' be it for going out, or for coming in; nay without it you
cannot, for money, get your daily ounces of bread. Dusky red-capped
Baker's-queues; wagging themselves; not in silence! For we still live by
Maximum, in all things; waited on by these two, Scarci