ly on the high and on the low;
suspending most things, even wrath and famine. Darkness covers the
Earth. But, far on the North-east, Paris flings up her great yellow
gleam; far into the wet black Night. For all is illuminated there, as
in the old July Nights; the streets deserted, for alarm of war; the
Municipals all wakeful; Patrols hailing, with their hoarse Who-goes.
There, as we discover, our poor slim Louison Chabray, her poor nerves
all fluttered, is arriving about this very hour. There Usher Maillard
will arrive, about an hour hence, 'towards four in the morning.' They
report, successively, to a wakeful Hotel-de-Ville what comfort they can
report; which again, with early dawn, large comfortable Placards, shall
impart to all men.

Lafayette, in the Hotel de Noailles, not far from the Chateau, having
now finished haranguing, sits with his Officers consulting: at five
o'clock the unanimous best counsel is, that a man so tost and toiled for
twenty-four hours and more, fling himself on a bed, and seek some rest.

Thus, then, has ended the First Act of the Insurrection of Women. How it
will turn on the morrow? The morrow, as always, is with the Fates! But
his Majesty, one may hope, will consent to come honourably to Paris;
at all events, he can visit Paris. Anti-national Bodyguards, here and
elsewhere, must take the National Oath; make reparation to the Tricolor;
Flandre will swear. There may be much swearing; much public speaking
there will infallibly be: and so, with harangues and vows, may the
matter in some handsome way, wind itself up.

Or, alas, may it not be all otherwise, unhandsome: the consent not
honourable, but extorted, ignominious? Boundless Chaos of Insurrection
presses slumbering round the Palace, like Ocean round a Diving-bell; and
may penetrate at any crevice. Let but that accumulated insurrectionary
mass find entrance! Like the infinite inburst of water; or say
rather, of inflammable, self-igniting fluid; for example,
'turpentine-and-phosphorus oil,'--fluid known to Spinola Santerre!

Chapter 1.7.X.

The Grand Entries.

The dull dawn of a new morning, drizzly and chill, had but broken over
Versailles, when it pleased Destiny that a Bodyguard should look out of
window, on the right wing of the Chateau, to see what prospect there was
in Heaven and in Earth. Rascality male and female is prowling in view
of him. His fasting stomach is, with good cause, sour; he perhaps cannot
forbear a passing