e morning, two Coaches with Exempts stand waiting. There must the
victims mount; bayonets menacing behind. D'Espremenil's stern question
to the populace, 'Whether they have courage?' is answered by silence.
They mount, and roll; and neither the rising of the May sun (it is the
6th morning), nor its setting shall lighten their heart: but they fare
forward continually; D'Espremenil towards the utmost Isles of Sainte
Marguerite, or Hieres (supposed by some, if that is any comfort, to be
Calypso's Island); Goeslard towards the land-fortress of Pierre-en-Cize,
extant then, near the City of Lyons.

Captain D'Agoust may now therefore look forward to Majorship, to
Commandantship of the Tuilleries; (Montgaillard, i. 404.)--and withal
vanish from History; where nevertheless he has been fated to do a
notable thing. For not only are D'Espremenil and Goeslard safe whirling
southward, but the Parlement itself has straightway to march out: to
that also his inexorable order reaches. Gathering up their long skirts,
they file out, the whole Hundred and Sixty-five of them, through two
rows of unsympathetic grenadiers: a spectacle to gods and men. The
people revolt not; they only wonder and grumble: also, we remark, these
unsympathetic grenadiers are Gardes Francaises,--who, one day, will
sympathise! In a word, the Palais de Justice is swept clear, the doors
of it are locked; and D'Agoust returns to Versailles with the key in his
pocket,--having, as was said, merited preferment.

As for this Parlement of Paris, now turned out to the street, we
will without reluctance leave it there. The Beds of Justice it had to
undergo, in the coming fortnight, at Versailles, in registering, or
rather refusing to register, those new-hatched Edicts; and how it
assembled in taverns and tap-rooms there, for the purpose of Protesting,
(Weber, i. 299-303.) or hovered disconsolate, with outspread skirts,
not knowing where to assemble; and was reduced to lodge Protest 'with a
Notary;' and in the end, to sit still (in a state of forced 'vacation'),
and do nothing; all this, natural now, as the burying of the dead after
battle, shall not concern us. The Parlement of Paris has as good as
performed its part; doing and misdoing, so far, but hardly further,
could it stir the world.

Lomenie has removed the evil then? Not at all: not so much as the
symptom of the evil; scarcely the twelfth part of the symptom, and
exasperated the other eleven! The Intendants of Provi