Ronsin; high Cordelier Patriots,
redcapped Magistrates of Paris, Worshippers of Reason, Commanders of
Revolutionary Army! Eight short days ago, their Cordelier Club was loud,
and louder than ever, with Patriot denunciations. Hebert Pere Duchene
had "held his tongue and his heart these two months, at sight of
Moderates, Crypto-Aristocrats, Camilles, Scelerats in the Convention
itself: but could not do it any longer; would, if other remedy were not,
invoke the Sacred right of Insurrection." So spake Hebert in Cordelier
Session; with vivats, till the roofs rang again. (Moniteur, du 17
Ventose (7th March) 1794.) Eight short days ago; and now already! They
rub their eyes: it is no dream; they find themselves in the Luxembourg.
Goose Gobel too; and they that burnt Churches! Chaumette himself, potent
Procureur, Agent National as they now call it, who could 'recognise the
Suspect by the very face of them,' he lingers but three days; on
the third day he too is hurled in. Most chopfallen, blue, enters the
National Agent this Limbo whither he has sent so many. Prisoners crowd
round, jibing and jeering: "Sublime National Agent," says one, "in
virtue of thy immortal Proclamation, lo there! I am suspect, thou
art suspect, he is suspect, we are suspect, ye are suspect, they are
suspect!"

The meaning of these things? Meaning! It is a Plot; Plot of the most
extensive ramifications; which, however, Barrere holds the threads of.
Such Church-burning and scandalous masquerades of Atheism, fit to make
the Revolution odious: where indeed could they originate but in the gold
of Pitt? Pitt indubitably, as Preternatural Insight will teach one, did
hire this Faction of Enrages, to play their fantastic tricks; to roar
in their Cordeliers Club about Moderatism; to print their Pere Duchene;
worship skyblue Reason in red nightcap; rob all Altars,--and bring the
spoil to us!--

Still more indubitable, visible to the mere bodily sight, is this: that
the Cordeliers Club sits pale, with anger and terror; and has 'veiled
the Rights of Man,'--without effect. Likewise that the Jacobins are in
considerable confusion; busy 'purging themselves, 's'epurant,' as, in
times of Plot and public Calamity, they have repeatedly had to do. Not
even Camille Desmoulins but has given offence: nay there have risen
murmurs against Danton himself; though he bellowed them down, and
Robespierre finished the matter by 'embracing him in the Tribune.'

Whom shall the Republic