enerous heart? The Heavens cease not
their bounty: they send us generous hearts into every generation. And
now what generous heart can pretend to itself, or be hoodwinked into
believing, that Loyalty to the Moneybag is a noble Loyalty? Mammon,
cries the generous heart out of all ages and countries, is the basest
of known Gods, even of known Devils. In him what glory is there, that
ye should worship him? No glory discernable; not even terror: at
best, detestability, ill-matched with despicability!--Generous hearts,
discerning, on this hand, widespread Wretchedness, dark without and
within, moistening its ounce-and-half of bread with tears; and on that
hand, mere Balls in fleshcoloured drawers, and inane or foul glitter
of such sort,--cannot but ejaculate, cannot but announce: Too much, O
divine Mammon; somewhat too much!--The voice of these, once announcing
itself, carries fiat and pereat in it, for all things here below.

Meanwhile, we will hate Anarchy as Death, which it is; and the things
worse than Anarchy shall be hated more! Surely Peace alone is
fruitful. Anarchy is destruction: a burning up, say, of Shams and
Insupportabilities; but which leaves Vacancy behind. Know this also,
that out of a world of Unwise nothing but an Unwisdom can be made.
Arrange it, Constitution-build it, sift it through Ballot-Boxes as thou
wilt, it is and remains an Unwisdom,--the new prey of new quacks and
unclean things, the latter end of it slightly better than the beginning.
Who can bring a wise thing out of men unwise? Not one. And so Vacancy
and general Abolition having come for this France, what can Anarchy do
more? Let there be Order, were it under the Soldier's Sword; let there
be Peace, that the bounty of the Heavens be not spilt; that what of
Wisdom they do send us bring fruit in its season!--It remains to be seen
how the quellers of Sansculottism were themselves quelled, and sacred
right of Insurrection was blown away by gunpowder: wherewith this
singular eventful History called French Revolution ends.

The Convention, driven such a course by wild wind, wild tide, and
steerage and non-steerage, these three years, has become weary of its
own existence, sees all men weary of it; and wishes heartily to finish.
To the last, it has to strive with contradictions: it is now getting
fast ready with a Constitution, yet knows no peace. Sieyes, we say, is
making the Constitution once more; has as good as made it. Warned by
experience, th