acred right of Insurrection,
but by milder methods growing ever milder, shall the Events of French
history be henceforth brought to pass.

It is admitted that this Directorate, which owned, at its starting,
these three things, an 'old table, a sheet of paper, and an ink-bottle,'
and no visible money or arrangement whatever, (Bailleul, Examen critique
des Considerations de Madame de Stael, ii. 275.) did wonders: that
France, since the Reign of Terror hushed itself, has been a new France,
awakened like a giant out of torpor; and has gone on, in the Internal
Life of it, with continual progress. As for the External form and forms
of Life,--what can we say except that out of the Eater there comes
Strength; out of the Unwise there comes not Wisdom! Shams are burnt up;
nay, what as yet is the peculiarity of France, the very Cant of them
is burnt up. The new Realities are not yet come: ah no, only Phantasms,
Paper models, tentative Prefigurements of such! In France there are now
Four Million Landed Properties; that black portent of an Agrarian Law is
as it were realised! What is still stranger, we understand all Frenchmen
have 'the right of duel;' the Hackney-coachman with the Peer, if insult
be given: such is the law of Public Opinion. Equality at least in death!
The Form of Government is by Citizen King, frequently shot at, not yet
shot.

On the whole, therefore, has it not been fulfilled what was prophesied,
ex-postfacto indeed, by the Archquack Cagliostro, or another? He, as
he looked in rapt vision and amazement into these things, thus spake:
(Diamond Necklace, p. 35.) 'Ha! What is this? Angels, Uriel, Anachiel,
and the other Five; Pentagon of Rejuvenescence; Power that destroyed
Original Sin; Earth, Heaven, and thou Outer Limbo, which men name
Hell! Does the EMPIRE Of IMPOSTURE waver? Burst there, in starry sheen
updarting, Light-rays from out its dark foundations; as it rocks and
heaves, not in travail-throes, but in death-throes? Yea, Light-rays,
piercing, clear, that salute the Heavens,--lo, they kindle it; their
starry clearness becomes as red Hellfire!

'IMPOSTURE is burnt up: one Red-sea of Fire, wild-billowing enwraps the
World; with its fire-tongue, licks at the very Stars. Thrones are hurled
into it, and Dubois mitres, and Prebendal Stalls that drop fatness,
and--ha! what see I?--all the Gigs of Creation; all, all! Wo is me!
Never since Pharaoh's Chariots, in the Red-sea of water, was there wreck
of Wheel-vehi