es, Dramas and Melodramas, in all Provinces of France, there
will, through these coming months, be the due immeasurable crop; thick
as the leaves of Spring. Nor, that a tincture of burlesque might be in
it, is Gobel's Episcopal Mandement wanting; goose Gobel, who has just
been made Constitutional Bishop of Paris. A Mandement wherein ca ira
alternates very strangely with Nomine Domini, and you are, with a grave
countenance, invited to 'rejoice at possessing in the midst of you a
body of Prelates created by Mirabeau, zealous followers of his doctrine,
faithful imitators of his virtues.' (Hist. Parl. ix. 405.) So speaks,
and cackles manifold, the Sorrow of France; wailing articulately,
inarticulately, as it can, that a Sovereign Man is snatched away. In
the National Assembly, when difficult questions are astir, all eyes will
'turn mechanically to the place where Mirabeau sat,'--and Mirabeau is
absent now.

On the third evening of the lamentation, the fourth of April, there is
solemn Public Funeral; such as deceased mortal seldom had. Procession of
a league in length; of mourners reckoned loosely at a hundred thousand!
All roofs are thronged with onlookers, all windows, lamp-irons, branches
of trees. 'Sadness is painted on every countenance; many persons weep.'
There is double hedge of National Guards; there is National Assembly in
a body; Jacobin Society, and Societies; King's Ministers, Municipals,
and all Notabilities, Patriot or Aristocrat. Bouille is noticeable
there, 'with his hat on;' say, hat drawn over his brow, hiding many
thoughts! Slow-wending, in religious silence, the Procession of a league
in length, under the level sun-rays, for it is five o'clock, moves and
marches: with its sable plumes; itself in a religious silence; but, by
fits, with the muffled roll of drums, by fits with some long-drawn
wail of music, and strange new clangour of trombones, and metallic
dirge-voice; amid the infinite hum of men. In the Church of
Saint-Eustache, there is funeral oration by Cerutti; and discharge of
fire-arms, which 'brings down pieces of the plaster.' Thence, forward
again to the Church of Sainte-Genevieve; which has been consecrated, by
supreme decree, on the spur of this time, into a Pantheon for the Great
Men of the Fatherland, Aux Grands Hommes la Patrie reconnaissante.
Hardly at midnight is the business done; and Mirabeau left in his dark
dwelling: first tenant of that Fatherland's Pantheon.

Tenant, alas, with in