al Assembly Hall
itself has become common ground; President's platform permeable to wain
and dustcart; for the Rue de Rivoli runs there. Verily, at Cockcrow (of
this Cock or the other), all Apparitions do melt and dissolve in space.

The Paris Jacobins became 'the Mother-Society, Societe-Mere;' and had
as many as 'three hundred' shrill-tongued daughters in 'direct
correspondence' with her. Of indirectly corresponding, what we may
call grand-daughters and minute progeny, she counted 'forty-four
thousand!'--But for the present we note only two things: the first
of them a mere anecdote. One night, a couple of brother Jacobins are
doorkeepers; for the members take this post of duty and honour in
rotation, and admit none that have not tickets: one doorkeeper was the
worthy Sieur Lais, a patriotic Opera-singer, stricken in years, whose
windpipe is long since closed without result; the other, young, and
named Louis Philippe, d'Orleans's firstborn, has in this latter time,
after unheard-of destinies, become Citizen-King, and struggles to rule
for a season. All-flesh is grass; higher reedgrass or creeping herb.

The second thing we have to note is historical: that the Mother-Society,
even in this its effulgent period, cannot content all Patriots. Already
it must throw off, so to speak, two dissatisfied swarms; a swarm to
the right, a swarm to the left. One party, which thinks the Jacobins
lukewarm, constitutes itself into Club of the Cordeliers; a hotter Club:
it is Danton's element: with whom goes Desmoulins. The other party,
again, which thinks the Jacobins scalding-hot, flies off to the right,
and becomes 'Club of 1789, Friends of the Monarchic Constitution.' They
are afterwards named 'Feuillans Club;' their place of meeting being the
Feuillans Convent. Lafayette is, or becomes, their chief-man; supported
by the respectable Patriot everywhere, by the mass of Property and
Intelligence,--with the most flourishing prospects. They, in these June
days of 1790, do, in the Palais Royal, dine solemnly with open windows;
to the cheers of the people; with toasts, with inspiriting songs,--with
one song at least, among the feeblest ever sung. (Hist. Parl. vi.
334.) They shall, in due time be hooted forth, over the borders, into
Cimmerian Night.

Another expressly Monarchic or Royalist Club, 'Club des Monarchiens,'
though a Club of ample funds, and all sitting in damask sofas,
cannot realise the smallest momentary cheer; realises only s