transport it to the Pantheon of Great Men,--flinging out Mirabeau to
make room for him. To no purpose: so strong blows Public Opinion! A
Gilt Youthhood, in plaited hair-tresses, tears down his Busts from
the Theatre Feydeau; tramples them under foot; scatters them, with
vociferation into the Cesspool of Montmartre. (Moniteur, du 25 Septembre
1794, du 4 Fevrier 1795.) Swept is his Chapel from the Place du
Carrousel; the Cesspool of Montmartre will receive his very dust.
Shorter godhood had no divine man. Some four months in this Pantheon,
Temple of All the Immortals; then to the Cesspool, grand Cloaca of
Paris and the World! 'His Busts at one time amounted to four thousand.'
Between Temple of All the Immortals and Cloaca of the World, how are
poor human creatures whirled!

Furthermore the question arises, When will the Constitution of
Ninety-three, of 1793, come into action? Considerate heads surmise, in
all privacy, that the Constitution of Ninety-three will never come into
action. Let them busy themselves to get ready a better.

Or, again, where now are the Jacobins? Childless, most decrepit, as we
saw, sat the mighty Mother; gnashing not teeth, but empty gums, against
a traitorous Thermidorian Convention and the current of things. Twice
were Billaud, Collot and Company accused in Convention, by a Lecointre,
by a Legendre; and the second time, it was not voted calumnious.
Billaud from the Jacobin tribune says, "The lion is not dead, he is only
sleeping." They ask him in Convention, What he means by the awakening
of the lion? And bickerings, of an extensive sort, arose in the
Palais-Egalite between Tappe-durs and the Gilt Youthhood; cries of "Down
with the Jacobins, the Jacoquins," coquin meaning scoundrel! The Tribune
in mid-air gave battle-sound; answered only by silence and uncertain
gasps. Talk was, in Government Committees, of 'suspending' the Jacobin
Sessions. Hark, there!--it is in Allhallow-time, or on the Hallow-eve
itself, month ci-devant November, year once named of Grace 1794, sad
eve for Jacobinism,--volley of stones dashing through our windows,
with jingle and execration! The female Jacobins, famed Tricoteuses with
knitting-needles, take flight; are met at the doors by a Gilt Youthhood
and 'mob of four thousand persons;' are hooted, flouted, hustled;
fustigated, in a scandalous manner, cotillons retrousses;--and vanish in
mere hysterics. Sally out ye male Jacobins! The male Jacobins sally out;
but only