cessive times, and any other
throw to be fatal--for Bouille. Rather thank Fortune, and Heaven,
always, thou intrepid Bouille; and let contradiction of its way! Civil
war, conflagrating universally over France at this moment, might
have led to one thing or to another thing: meanwhile, to quench
conflagration, wheresoever one finds it, wheresoever one can; this, in
all times, is the rule for man and General Officer.

But at Paris, so agitated and divided, fancy how it went, when the
continually vibrating Orderlies vibrated thither at hand gallop, with
such questionable news! High is the gratulation; and also deep
the indignation. An august Assembly, by overwhelming majorities,
passionately thanks Bouille; a King's autograph, the voices of all
Loyal, all Constitutional men run to the same tenor. A solemn National
funeral-service, for the Law-defenders slain at Nanci; is said and sung
in the Champ de Mars; Bailly, Lafayette and National Guards, all
except the few that protested, assist. With pomp and circumstance, with
episcopal Calicoes in tricolor girdles, Altar of Fatherland smoking
with cassolettes, or incense-kettles; the vast Champ-de-Mars wholly
hung round with black mortcloth,--which mortcloth and expenditure Marat
thinks had better have been laid out in bread, in these dear days, and
given to the hungry living Patriot. (Ami du Peuple in Hist. Parl., ubi
supra.) On the other hand, living Patriotism, and Saint-Antoine, which
we have seen noisily closing its shops and such like, assembles now
'to the number of forty thousand;' and, with loud cries, under the very
windows of the thanking National Assembly, demands revenge for murdered
Brothers, judgment on Bouille, and instant dismissal of War-Minister
Latour du Pin.

At sound and sight of which things, if not War-Minister Latour, yet
'Adored Minister' Necker, sees good on the 3d of September 1790, to
withdraw softly almost privily,--with an eye to the 'recovery of his
health.' Home to native Switzerland; not as he last came; lucky to reach
it alive! Fifteen months ago, we saw him coming, with escort of horse,
with sound of clarion and trumpet: and now at Arcis-sur-Aube, while he
departs unescorted soundless, the Populace and Municipals stop him as
a fugitive, are not unlike massacring him as a traitor; the National
Assembly, consulted on the matter, gives him free egress as a nullity.
Such an unstable 'drift-mould of Accident' is the substance of this
lower world, f