n has only pikes and axes; no right sieging tools! It shakes
and thunders. Must they all perish miserably, and Royalty with them?
Deshuttes and Varigny, massacred at the first inbreak, have been
beheaded in the Marble Court: a sacrifice to Jerome's manes: Jourdan
with the tile-beard did that duty willingly; and asked, If there were
no more? Another captive they are leading round the corpse, with
howl-chauntings: may not Jourdan again tuck up his sleeves?

And louder and louder rages Insurrection within, plundering if it cannot
kill; louder and louder it thunders at the Oeil-de-Boeuf: what can
now hinder its bursting in?--On a sudden it ceases; the battering has
ceased! Wild rushing: the cries grow fainter: there is silence, or the
tramp of regular steps; then a friendly knocking: "We are the Centre
Grenadiers, old Gardes Francaises: Open to us, Messieurs of the
Garde-du-Corps; we have not forgotten how you saved us at Fontenoy!"
(Toulongeon, i. 144.) The door is opened; enter Captain Gondran and
the Centre Grenadiers: there are military embracings; there is sudden
deliverance from death into life.

Strange Sons of Adam! It was to 'exterminate' these Gardes-du-Corps that
the Centre Grenadiers left home: and now they have rushed to save them
from extermination. The memory of common peril, of old help, melts
the rough heart; bosom is clasped to bosom, not in war. The King shews
himself, one moment, through the door of his Apartment, with: "Do not
hurt my Guards!"--"Soyons freres, Let us be brothers!" cries Captain
Gondran; and again dashes off, with levelled bayonets, to sweep the
Palace clear.

Now too Lafayette, suddenly roused, not from sleep (for his eyes had
not yet closed), arrives; with passionate popular eloquence, with prompt
military word of command. National Guards, suddenly roused, by sound of
trumpet and alarm-drum, are all arriving. The death-melly ceases: the
first sky-lambent blaze of Insurrection is got damped down; it burns
now, if unextinguished, yet flameless, as charred coals do, and not
inextinguishable. The King's Apartments are safe. Ministers, Officials,
and even some loyal National deputies are assembling round their
Majesties. The consternation will, with sobs and confusion, settle down
gradually, into plan and counsel, better or worse.

But glance now, for a moment, from the royal windows! A roaring sea of
human heads, inundating both Courts; billowing against all passages:
Menadic women; in