qu'ont souffert pour la Religion les
Pretres deportes en 1794, dans la rade de l'ile d'Aix, Prisons, ii.
387-485.)--How long, O Lord!

Not forever; no. All Anarchy, all Evil, Injustice, is, by the nature of
it, dragon's-teeth; suicidal, and cannot endure.

Chapter 3.6.VI.

To finish the Terror.

It is very remarkable, indeed, that since the Etre-Supreme Feast, and
the sublime continued harangues on it, which Billaud feared would
become a bore to him, Robespierre has gone little to Committee; but held
himself apart, as if in a kind of pet. Nay they have made a Report on
that old Catherine Theot, and her Regenerative Man spoken of by the
Prophets; not in the best spirit. This Theot mystery they affect to
regard as a Plot; but have evidently introduced a vein of satire, of
irreverent banter, not against the Spinster alone, but obliquely against
her Regenerative Man! Barrere's light pen was perhaps at the bottom of
it: read through the solemn snuffling organs of old Vadier of the
Surete Generale, the Theot Report had its effect; wrinkling the general
Republican visage into an iron grin. Ought these things to be?

We note further that among the Prisoners in the Twelve Houses of Arrest,
there is one whom we have seen before. Senhora Fontenai, born Cabarus,
the fair Proserpine whom Representative Tallien Pluto-like did gather
at Bourdeaux, not without effect on himself! Tallien is home, by recall,
long since, from Bourdeaux; and in the most alarming position. Vain that
he sounded, louder even than ever, the note of Jacobinism, to hide past
shortcomings: the Jacobins purged him out; two times has Robespierre
growled at him words of omen from the Convention Tribune. And now his
fair Cabarus, hit by denunciation, lies Arrested, Suspect, in spite of
all he could do!--Shut in horrid pinfold of death, the Senhora
smuggles out to her red-gloomy Tallien the most pressing entreaties and
conjurings: Save me; save thyself. Seest thou not that thy own head is
doomed; thou with a too fiery audacity; a Dantonist withal; against whom
lie grudges? Are ye not all doomed, as in the Polyphemus Cavern; the
fawningest slave of you will be but eaten last!--Tallien feels with a
shudder that it is true. Tallien has had words of omen, Bourdon has had
words, Freron is hated and Barras: each man 'feels his head if it yet
stick on his shoulders.'

Meanwhile Robespierre, we still observe, goes little to Convention,
not at all to Committee; spe