t, obscure, as King's spial, or sitting
sealed up, enchanted in Bastille; fencing, pamphleteering, scheming
and struggling from the very birth of him, (Dumouriez, Memoires, i. 28,
&c.)--the man has come thus far. How repressed, how irrepressible! Like
some incarnate spirit in prison, which indeed he was; hewing on granite
walls for deliverance; striking fire flashes from them. And now has the
general earthquake rent his cavern too? Twenty years younger, what might
he not have done! But his hair has a shade of gray: his way of thought
is all fixed, military. He can grow no further, and the new world is
in such growth. We will name him, on the whole, one of Heaven's Swiss;
without faith; wanting above all things work, work on any side. Work
also is appointed him; and he will do it.

Not from over France only are the unrestful flocking towards Paris; but
from all sides of Europe. Where the carcase is, thither will the eagles
gather. Think how many a Spanish Guzman, Martinico Fournier named
'Fournier l'Americain,' Engineer Miranda from the very Andes, were
flocking or had flocked! Walloon Pereyra might boast of the strangest
parentage: him, they say, Prince Kaunitz the Diplomatist heedlessly
dropped;' like ostrich-egg, to be hatched of Chance--into an
ostrich-eater! Jewish or German Freys do business in the great Cesspool
of Agio; which Cesspool this Assignat-fiat has quickened, into a Mother
of dead dogs. Swiss Claviere could found no Socinian Genevese Colony in
Ireland; but he paused, years ago, prophetic before the Minister's Hotel
at Paris; and said, it was borne on his mind that he one day was to be
Minister, and laughed. (Dumont, Souvenirs sur Mirabeau, p. 399.) Swiss
Pachc, on the other hand, sits sleekheaded, frugal; the wonder of his
own alley, and even of neighbouring ones, for humility of mind, and a
thought deeper than most men's: sit there, Tartuffe, till wanted! Ye
Italian Dufournys, Flemish Prolys, flit hither all ye bipeds of prey!
Come whosesoever head is hot; thou of mind ungoverned, be it chaos as of
undevelopment or chaos as of ruin; the man who cannot get known, the man
who is too well known; if thou have any vendible faculty, nay if
thou have but edacity and loquacity, come! They come; with hot
unutterabilities in their heart; as Pilgrims towards a miraculous
shrine. Nay how many come as vacant Strollers, aimless, of whom Europe
is full merely towards something! For benighted fowls, when you beat
their