digent; that a glorious Revolution, the wonder of the
Universe, has hitherto brought neither Bread nor Peace; being marred
by traitors, difficult to discover. Traitors that dwell in the dark,
invisible there;--or seen for moments, in pallid dubious twilight,
stealthily vanishing thither! Preternatural Suspicion once more rules
the minds of men.

'Nobody here,' writes Carra of the Annales Patriotiques, so early as
the first of February, 'can entertain a doubt of the constant obstinate
project these people have on foot to get the King away; or of the
perpetual succession of manoeuvres they employ for that.' Nobody: the
watchful Mother of Patriotism deputed two Members to her Daughter at
Versailles, to examine how the matter looked there. Well, and there?
Patriotic Carra continues: 'The Report of these two deputies we
all heard with our own ears last Saturday. They went with others of
Versailles, to inspect the King's Stables, also the stables of the
whilom Gardes du Corps; they found there from seven to eight hundred
horses standing always saddled and bridled, ready for the road at a
moment's notice. The same deputies, moreover, saw with their own two
eyes several Royal Carriages, which men were even then busy loading with
large well-stuffed luggage-bags,' leather cows, as we call them,
'vaches de cuir; the Royal Arms on the panels almost entirely effaced.'
Momentous enough! Also, 'on the same day the whole Marechaussee, or
Cavalry Police, did assemble with arms, horses and baggage,'--and
disperse again. They want the King over the marches, that so Emperor
Leopold and the German Princes, whose troops are ready, may have a
pretext for beginning: 'this,' adds Carra, 'is the word of the riddle:
this is the reason why our fugitive Aristocrats are now making levies
of men on the frontiers; expecting that, one of these mornings, the
Executive Chief Magistrate will be brought over to them, and the civil
war commence.' (Carra's Newspaper, 1st Feb. 1791 (in Hist. Parl. ix.
39).)

If indeed the Executive Chief Magistrate, bagged, say in one of these
leather cows, were once brought safe over to them! But the strangest
thing of all is that Patriotism, whether barking at a venture, or guided
by some instinct of preternatural sagacity, is actually barking
aright this time; at something, not at nothing. Bouille's Secret
Correspondence, since made public, testifies as much.

Nay, it is undeniable, visible to all, that Mesdames the Kin