eeks its fellow. One other
Sansculottic submersion, or at most two, and this wearied vessel of a
Convention reaches land.

Revolt of Germinal Twelfth ended as a vain cry; moribund Sansculottism
was swept back into invisibility. There it has lain moaning, these six
weeks: moaning, and also scheming. Jacobins disarmed, flung forth from
their Tribune in mid air, must needs try to help themselves, in secret
conclave under ground. Lo, therefore, on the First day of the Month
Prairial, 20th of May 1795, sound of the generale once more; beating
sharp, ran-tan, To arms, To arms!

Sansculottism has risen, yet again, from its death-lair; waste
wild-flowing, as the unfruitful Sea. Saint-Antoine is a-foot: "Bread and
the Constitution of Ninety-three," so sounds it; so stands it written
with chalk on the hats of men. They have their pikes, their firelocks;
Paper of Grievances; standards; printed Proclamation, drawn up in quite
official manner,--considering this, and also considering that, they, a
much-enduring Sovereign People, are in Insurrection; will have Bread and
the Constitution of Ninety-three. And so the Barriers are seized,
and the generale beats, and tocsins discourse discord. Black deluges
overflow the Tuileries; spite of sentries, the Sanctuary itself is
invaded: enter, to our Order of the Day, a torrent of dishevelled women,
wailing, "Bread! Bread!" President may well cover himself; and have his
own tocsin rung in 'the Pavilion of Unity;' the ship of the State again
labours and leaks; overwashed, near to swamping, with unfruitful brine.

What a day, once more! Women are driven out: men storm irresistibly in;
choke all corridors, thunder at all gates. Deputies, putting forth head,
obtest, conjure; Saint-Antoine rages, "Bread and Constitution." Report
has risen that the 'Convention is assassinating the women:' crushing
and rushing, clangor and furor! The oak doors have become as oak
tambourines, sounding under the axe of Saint-Antoine; plaster-work
crackles, woodwork booms and jingles; door starts up;--bursts-in
Saint-Antoine with frenzy and vociferation, Rag-standards, printed
Proclamation, drum-music: astonishment to eye and ear. Gendarmes, loyal
Sectioners charge through the other door; they are recharged; musketry
exploding: Saint-Antoine cannot be expelled. Obtesting Deputies obtest
vainly; Respect the President; approach not the President! Deputy
Feraud, stretching out his hands, baring his bosom scarred in the
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