rden,
where he is seen delving, with ruddy cheeks and flaxen curled hair; also
a little hutch to put his tools in, and screen himself against showers.
What peaceable simplicity! Is it peace of a Father restored to his
children? Or of a Taskmaster who has lost his whip? Lafayette and the
Municipality and universal Constitutionalism assert the former, and do
what is in them to realise it. Such Patriotism as snarls dangerously,
and shows teeth, Patrollotism shall suppress; or far better, Royalty
shall soothe down the angry hair of it, by gentle pattings; and, most
effectual of all, by fuller diet. Yes, not only shall Paris be fed, but
the King's hand be seen in that work. The household goods of the Poor
shall, up to a certain amount, by royal bounty, be disengaged from pawn,
and that insatiable Mont de Piete disgorge: rides in the city with their
vive-le-roi need not fail; and so by substance and show, shall Royalty,
if man's art can popularise it, be popularised. (Deux Amis, iii. c. 10.)

Or, alas, is it neither restored Father nor diswhipped Taskmaster that
walks there; but an anomalous complex of both these, and of innumerable
other heterogeneities; reducible to no rubric, if not to this newly
devised one: King Louis Restorer of French Liberty? Man indeed, and
King Louis like other men, lives in this world to make rule out of the
ruleless; by his living energy, he shall force the absurd itself to
become less absurd. But then if there be no living energy; living
passivity only? King Serpent, hurled into his unexpected watery
dominion, did at least bite, and assert credibly that he was there: but
as for the poor King Log, tumbled hither and thither as thousandfold
chance and other will than his might direct, how happy for him that
he was indeed wooden; and, doing nothing, could also see and suffer
nothing! It is a distracted business.

For his French Majesty, meanwhile, one of the worst things is that
he can get no hunting. Alas, no hunting henceforth; only a fatal
being-hunted! Scarcely, in the next June weeks, shall he taste again the
joys of the game-destroyer; in next June, and never more. He sends for
his smith-tools; gives, in the course of the day, official or ceremonial
business being ended, 'a few strokes of the file, quelques coups de
lime. (Le Chateau des Tuileries, ou recit, &c., par Roussel (in Hist.
Parl. iv. 195-219).) Innocent brother mortal, why wert thou not an
obscure substantial maker of locks; but do