n managing the cannon. On the other hand, effervescent
Regiment du Roi, is drawn up in its barracks; quite disconsolate,
hearing the humour Salm is in; and ejaculates dolefully from its
thousand throats: "La loi, la loi, Law, law!" Mestre-de-Camp blusters,
with profane swearing, in mixed terror and furor; National Guards look
this way and that, not knowing what to do. What a Bedlam-City: as many
plans as heads; all ordering, none obeying: quiet none,--except the
Dead, who sleep underground, having done their fighting!

And, behold, Bouille proves as good as his word: 'at half-past two'
scouts report that he is within half a league of the gates; rattling
along, with cannon, and array; breathing nothing but destruction. A new
Deputation, Municipals, Mutineers, Officers, goes out to meet him; with
passionate entreaty for yet one other hour. Bouille grants an hour.
Then, at the end thereof, no Denoue or Malseigne appearing as promised,
he rolls his drums, and again takes the road. Towards four o'clock,
the terror-struck Townsmen may see him face to face. His cannons rattle
there, in their carriages; his vanguard is within thirty paces of the
Gate Stanislaus. Onward like a Planet, by appointed times, by law of
Nature! What next? Lo, flag of truce and chamade; conjuration to halt:
Malseigne and Denoue are on the street, coming hither; the soldiers all
repentant, ready to submit and march! Adamantine Bouille's look alters
not; yet the word Halt is given: gladder moment he never saw. Joy of
joys! Malseigne and Denoue do verily issue; escorted by National Guards;
from streets all frantic, with sale to Austria and so forth: they salute
Bouille, unscathed. Bouille steps aside to speak with them, and with
other heads of the Town there; having already ordered by what Gates and
Routes the mutineer Regiments shall file out.

Such colloquy with these two General Officers and other principal
Townsmen, was natural enough; nevertheless one wishes Bouille had
postponed it, and not stepped aside. Such tumultuous inflammable masses,
tumbling along, making way for each other; this of keen nitrous oxide,
that of sulphurous fire-damp,--were it not well to stand between
them, keeping them well separate, till the space be cleared? Numerous
stragglers of Chateau-Vieux and the rest have not marched with their
main columns, which are filing out by the appointed Gates, taking
station in the open meadows. National Guards are in a state of nearly
dist