51-271; Hist. Parl. ubi
supra.)

Nevertheless, at half-past eleven, this morning, seemingly by way of
answer, there does wait on him at Frouarde, some Deputation from the
mutinous Regiments, from the Nanci Municipals, to see what can be done.
Bouille receives this Deputation, 'in a large open court adjoining his
lodging:' pacified Salm, and the rest, attend also, being invited to
do it,--all happily still in the right humour. The Mutineers pronounce
themselves with a decisiveness, which to Bouille seems insolence; and
happily to Salm also. Salm, forgetful of the Metz staircase and
sabre, demands that the scoundrels 'be hanged' there and then. Bouille
represses the hanging; but answers that mutinous Soldiers have one
course, and not more than one: To liberate, with heartfelt contrition,
Messieurs Denoue and de Malseigne; to get ready forthwith for marching
off, whither he shall order; and 'submit and repent,' as the National
Assembly has decreed, as he yesterday did in thirty printed Placards
proclaim. These are his terms, unalterable as the decrees of Destiny.
Which terms as they, the Mutineer deputies, seemingly do not accept, it
were good for them to vanish from this spot, and even promptly; with him
too, in few instants, the word will be, Forward! The Mutineer deputies
vanish, not unpromptly; the Municipal ones, anxious beyond right for
their own individualities, prefer abiding with Bouille.

Brave Bouille, though he puts a most firm face on the matter, knows his
position full well: how at Nanci, what with rebellious soldiers, with
uncertain National Guards, and so many distributed fusils, there rage
and roar some ten thousand fighting men; while with himself is scarcely
the third part of that number, in National Guards also uncertain, in
mere pacified Regiments,--for the present full of rage, and clamour to
march; but whose rage and clamour may next moment take such a fatal new
figure. On the top of one uncertain billow, therewith to calm billows!
Bouille must 'abandon himself to Fortune;' who is said sometimes to
favour the brave. At half-past twelve, the Mutineer deputies having
vanished, our drums beat; we march: for Nanci! Let Nanci bethink itself,
then; for Bouille has thought and determined.

And yet how shall Nanci think: not a City but a Bedlam! Grim
Chateau-Vieux is for defence to the death; forces the Municipality to
order, by tap of drum, all citizens acquainted with artillery to turn
out, and assist i