under that
fraternal shine and clangour, what a deep world of irreconcileable
discords lie momentarily assuaged, damped down for one moment!
Respectable military Federates have barely got home to their quarters;
and the inflammablest, 'dying, burnt up with liquors, and kindness,' has
not yet got extinct; the shine is hardly out of men's eyes, and still
blazes filling all men's memories,--when your discords burst forth again
very considerably darker than ever. Let us look at Bouille, and see how.

Bouille for the present commands in the Garrison of Metz, and far and
wide over the East and North; being indeed, by a late act of Government
with sanction of National Assembly, appointed one of our Four supreme
Generals. Rochambeau and Mailly, men and Marshals of note in these
days, though to us of small moment, are two of his colleagues; tough
old babbling Luckner, also of small moment for us, will probably be
the third. Marquis de Bouille is a determined Loyalist; not indeed
disinclined to moderate reform, but resolute against immoderate. A man
long suspect to Patriotism; who has more than once given the august
Assembly trouble; who would not, for example, take the National Oath, as
he was bound to do, but always put it off on this or the other pretext,
till an autograph of Majesty requested him to do it as a favour. There,
in this post if not of honour, yet of eminence and danger, he waits, in
a silent concentered manner; very dubious of the future. 'Alone,' as he
says, or almost alone, of all the old military Notabilities, he has not
emigrated; but thinks always, in atrabiliar moments, that there will be
nothing for him too but to cross the marches. He might cross, say, to
Treves or Coblentz where Exiled Princes will be one day ranking; or
say, over into Luxemburg where old Broglie loiters and languishes. Or is
there not the great dim Deep of European Diplomacy; where your Calonnes,
your Breteuils are beginning to hover, dimly discernible?

With immeasurable confused outlooks and purposes, with no clear purpose
but this of still trying to do His Majesty a service, Bouille waits;
struggling what he can to keep his district loyal, his troops faithful,
his garrisons furnished. He maintains, as yet, with his Cousin
Lafayette, some thin diplomatic correspondence, by letter and messenger;
chivalrous constitutional professions on the one side, military gravity
and brevity on the other; which thin correspondence one can see growin