oposes an Annales Patriotiques. The Moniteur goes its
prosperous way; Barrere 'weeps,' on Paper as yet loyal; Rivarol, Royou
are not idle. Deep calls to deep: your Domine Salvum Fac Regem shall
awaken Pange Lingua; with an Ami-du-Peuple there is a King's-Friend
Newspaper, Ami-du-Roi. Camille Desmoulins has appointed himself
Procureur-General de la Lanterne, Attorney-General of the Lamp-iron; and
pleads, not with atrocity, under an atrocious title; editing weekly his
brilliant Revolutions of Paris and Brabant. Brilliant, we say: for if,
in that thick murk of Journalism, with its dull blustering, with
its fixed or loose fury, any ray of genius greet thee, be sure it is
Camille's. The thing that Camille teaches he, with his light finger,
adorns: brightness plays, gentle, unexpected, amid horrible confusions;
often is the word of Camille worth reading, when no other's is.
Questionable Camille, how thou glitterest with a fallen, rebellious, yet
still semi-celestial light; as is the star-light on the brow of Lucifer!
Son of the Morning, into what times and what lands, art thou fallen!

But in all things is good;--though not good for 'consolidating
Revolutions.' Thousand wagon-loads of this Pamphleteering and Newspaper
matter, lie rotting slowly in the Public Libraries of our Europe.
Snatched from the great gulf, like oysters by bibliomaniac pearl-divers,
there must they first rot, then what was pearl, in Camille or others,
may be seen as such, and continue as such.

Nor has public speaking declined, though Lafayette and his Patrols look
sour on it. Loud always is the Palais Royal, loudest the Cafe de Foy;
such a miscellany of Citizens and Citizenesses circulating there. 'Now
and then,' according to Camille, 'some Citizens employ the liberty of
the press for a private purpose; so that this or the other Patriot finds
himself short of his watch or pocket-handkerchief!' But, for the rest,
in Camille's opinion, nothing can be a livelier image of the Roman
Forum. 'A Patriot proposes his motion; if it finds any supporters, they
make him mount on a chair, and speak. If he is applauded, he prospers
and redacts; if he is hissed, he goes his ways.' Thus they, circulating
and perorating. Tall shaggy Marquis Saint-Huruge, a man that has
had losses, and has deserved them, is seen eminent, and also heard.
'Bellowing' is the character of his voice, like that of a Bull of
Bashan; voice which drowns all voices, which causes frequently the
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