archy! But what save foulest defeat can await that man, who
wills, and yet wills not? Apparently the King either has a right,
assertible as such to the death, before God and man; or else he has no
right. Apparently, the one or the other; could he but know which! May
Heaven pity him! Were Louis wise he would this day abdicate.--Is it not
strange so few Kings abdicate; and none yet heard of has been known to
commit suicide? Fritz the First, of Prussia, alone tried it; and they
cut the rope.

As for the National Assembly, which decrees this morning that it 'is
inseparable from his Majesty,' and will follow him to Paris, there
may one thing be noted: its extreme want of bodily health. After the
Fourteenth of July there was a certain sickliness observable among
honourable Members; so many demanding passports, on account of infirm
health. But now, for these following days, there is a perfect
murrian: President Mounier, Lally Tollendal, Clermont Tonnere, and all
Constitutional Two-Chamber Royalists needing change of air; as most
No-Chamber Royalists had formerly done.

For, in truth, it is the second Emigration this that has now come;
most extensive among Commons Deputies, Noblesse, Clergy: so that 'to
Switzerland alone there go sixty thousand.' They will return in the day
of accounts! Yes, and have hot welcome.--But Emigration on Emigration is
the peculiarity of France. One Emigration follows another; grounded on
reasonable fear, unreasonable hope, largely also on childish pet. The
highflyers have gone first, now the lower flyers; and ever the lower
will go down to the crawlers. Whereby, however, cannot our National
Assembly so much the more commodiously make the Constitution; your
Two-Chamber Anglomaniacs being all safe, distant on foreign shores? Abbe
Maury is seized, and sent back again: he, tough as tanned leather, with
eloquent Captain Cazales and some others, will stand it out for another
year.

But here, meanwhile, the question arises: Was Philippe d'Orleans seen,
this day, 'in the Bois de Boulogne, in grey surtout;' waiting under the
wet sere foliage, what the day might bring forth? Alas, yes, the Eidolon
of him was,--in Weber's and other such brains. The Chatelet shall make
large inquisition into the matter, examining a hundred and seventy
witnesses, and Deputy Chabroud publish his Report; but disclose nothing
further. (Rapport de Chabroud (Moniteur, du 31 December, 1789).) What
then has caused these two unparalle