d-bag, blown large by
Popular air; not a man with the heart of a man, but a poor spasmodic
incorruptible pedant, with a logic-formula instead of heart; of Jesuit
or Methodist-Parson nature; full of sincere-cant, incorruptibility, of
virulence, poltroonery; barren as the east-wind! Two such chief-products
are too much for one Revolution.

Friends, trembling at the results of a quarrel on their part, brought
them to meet. "It is right," said Danton, swallowing much indignation,
"to repress the Royalists: but we should not strike except where it
is useful to the Republic; we should not confound the innocent and the
guilty."--"And who told you," replied Robespierre with a poisonous look,
"that one innocent person had perished?"--"Quoi," said Danton, turning
round to Friend Paris self-named Fabricius, Juryman in the Revolutionary
Tribunal: "Quoi, not one innocent? What sayest thou of it, Fabricius!"
(Biographie de Ministres, para Danton.)--Friends, Westermann, this Paris
and others urged him to shew himself, to ascend the Tribune and act. The
man Danton was not prone to shew himself; to act, or uproar for his own
safety. A man of careless, large, hoping nature; a large nature that
could rest: he would sit whole hours, they say, hearing Camille talk,
and liked nothing so well. Friends urged him to fly; his Wife urged him:
"Whither fly?" answered he: "If freed France cast me out, there are only
dungeons for me elsewhere. One carries not his country with him at the
sole of his shoe!" The man Danton sat still. Not even the arrestment
of Friend Herault, a member of Salut, yet arrested by Salut, can rouse
Danton.--On the night of the 30th of March, Juryman Paris came rushing
in; haste looking through his eyes: A clerk of the Salut Committee had
told him Danton's warrant was made out, he is to be arrested this very
night! Entreaties there are and trepidation, of poor Wife, of Paris and
Friends: Danton sat silent for a while; then answered, "Ils n'oseraient,
They dare not;" and would take no measures. Murmuring "They dare not,"
he goes to sleep as usual.

And yet, on the morrow morning, strange rumour spreads over Paris City:
Danton, Camille, Phelippeaux, Lacroix have been arrested overnight!
It is verily so: the corridors of the Luxembourg were all crowded,
Prisoners crowding forth to see this giant of the Revolution among them.
"Messieurs," said Danton politely, "I hoped soon to have got you all
out of this: but here I am myself;