De Warville, friend of the Blacks?
He, with Marquis Condorcet, and Claviere the Genevese 'have created the
Moniteur Newspaper,' or are about creating it. Able Editors must give
account of such a day.

Or seest thou with any distinctness, low down probably, not in places of
honour, a Stanislas Maillard, riding-tipstaff (huissier a cheval) of
the Chatelet; one of the shiftiest of men? A Captain Hulin of Geneva,
Captain Elie of the Queen's Regiment; both with an air of half-pay?
Jourdan, with tile-coloured whiskers, not yet with tile-beard; an unjust
dealer in mules? He shall be, in a few months, Jourdan the Headsman, and
have other work.

Surely also, in some place not of honour, stands or sprawls up
querulous, that he too, though short, may see,--one squalidest bleared
mortal, redolent of soot and horse-drugs: Jean Paul Marat of Neuchatel!
O Marat, Renovator of Human Science, Lecturer on Optics; O thou
remarkablest Horseleech, once in D'Artois' Stables,--as thy bleared soul
looks forth, through thy bleared, dull-acrid, wo-stricken face, what
sees it in all this? Any faintest light of hope; like dayspring after
Nova-Zembla night? Or is it but blue sulphur-light, and spectres; woe,
suspicion, revenge without end?

Of Draper Lecointre, how he shut his cloth-shop hard by, and stepped
forth, one need hardly speak. Nor of Santerre, the sonorous Brewer from
the Faubourg St. Antoine. Two other Figures, and only two, we signalise
there. The huge, brawny, Figure; through whose black brows, and rude
flattened face (figure ecrasee), there looks a waste energy as of
Hercules not yet furibund,--he is an esurient, unprovided Advocate;
Danton by name: him mark. Then that other, his slight-built comrade and
craft-brother; he with the long curling locks; with the face of dingy
blackguardism, wondrously irradiated with genius, as if a naphtha-lamp
burnt within it: that Figure is Camille Desmoulins. A fellow of infinite
shrewdness, wit, nay humour; one of the sprightliest clearest souls in
all these millions. Thou poor Camille, say of thee what they may,
it were but falsehood to pretend one did not almost love thee, thou
headlong lightly-sparkling man! But the brawny, not yet furibund Figure,
we say, is Jacques Danton; a name that shall be 'tolerably known in the
Revolution.' He is President of the electoral Cordeliers District at
Paris, or about to be it; and shall open his lungs of brass.

We dwell no longer on the mixed shouting Mul