lt thou fight! Could tumult awaken the old Dead, Burgundian
Charles the Bold might stir from under that Rotunda of his: never since
he, raging, sank in the ditches, and lost Life and Diamond, was such a
noise heard here.

Three thousand, as some count, lie mangled, gory; the half of
Chateau-Vieux has been shot, without need of Court Martial. Cavalry,
of Mestre-de-Camp or their foes, can do little. Regiment du Roi was
persuaded to its barracks; stands there palpitating. Bouille, armed with
the terrors of the Law, and favoured of Fortune, finally triumphs. In
two murderous hours he has penetrated to the grand Squares, dauntless,
though with loss of forty officers and five hundred men: the shattered
remnants of Chateau-Vieux are seeking covert. Regiment du Roi, not
effervescent now, alas no, but having effervesced, will offer to
ground its arms; will 'march in a quarter of an hour.' Nay these poor
effervesced require 'escort' to march with, and get it; though they are
thousands strong, and have thirty ball-cartridges a man! The Sun is not
yet down, when Peace, which might have come bloodless, has come bloody:
the mutinous Regiments are on march, doleful, on their three Routes;
and from Nanci rises wail of women and men, the voice of weeping and
desolation; the City weeping for its slain who awaken not. These streets
are empty but for victorious patrols.

Thus has Fortune, favouring the brave, dragged Bouille, as himself says,
out of such a frightful peril, 'by the hair of the head.' An intrepid
adamantine man this Bouille:--had he stood in old Broglie's place,
in those Bastille days, it might have been all different! He has
extinguished mutiny, and immeasurable civil war. Not for nothing, as
we see; yet at a rate which he and Constitutional Patriotism considers
cheap. Nay, as for Bouille, he, urged by subsequent contradiction which
arose, declares coldly, it was rather against his own private mind,
and more by public military rule of duty, that he did extinguish it,
(Bouille, i. 175.)--immeasurable civil war being now the only chance.
Urged, we say, by subsequent contradiction! Civil war, indeed, is Chaos;
and in all vital Chaos, there is new Order shaping itself free: but what
a faith this, that of all new Orders out of Chaos and Possibility of
Man and his Universe, Louis Sixteenth and Two-Chamber Monarchy were
precisely the one that would shape itself! It is like undertaking to
throw deuce-ace, say only five hundred suc