nks, for the
German throat too has sensibility, will complete the business. When
Engineer Goguelat, some hour or so afterwards, steps forth, the response
to him is--a hiccuping Vive la Nation!

What boots it? Goguelat, Choiseul, now also Count Damas, and all the
Varennes Officiality are with the King; and the King can give no order,
form no opinion; but sits there, as he has ever done, like clay on
potter's wheel; perhaps the absurdest of all pitiable and pardonable
clay-figures that now circle under the Moon. He will go on, next
morning, and take the National Guard with him; Sausse permitting!
Hapless Queen: with her two children laid there on the mean bed, old
Mother Sausse kneeling to Heaven, with tears and an audible prayer, to
bless them; imperial Marie-Antoinette near kneeling to Son Sausse and
Wife Sausse, amid candle-boxes and treacle-barrels,--in vain! There
are Three-thousand National Guards got in; before long they will count
Ten-thousand; tocsins spreading like fire on dry heath, or far faster.

Young Bouille, roused by this Varennes tocsin, has taken horse,
and--fled towards his Father. Thitherward also rides, in an almost
hysterically desperate manner, a certain Sieur Aubriot, Choiseul's
Orderly; swimming dark rivers, our Bridge being blocked; spurring as if
the Hell-hunt were at his heels. (Rapport de M. Aubriot Choiseul, p.
150-7.) Through the village of Dun, he, galloping still on, scatters the
alarm; at Dun, brave Captain Deslons and his Escort of a Hundred, saddle
and ride. Deslons too gets into Varennes; leaving his Hundred outside,
at the tree-barricade; offers to cut King Louis out, if he will order
it: but unfortunately "the work will prove hot;" whereupon King Louis
has "no orders to give." (Extrait d'un Rapport de M. Deslons, Choiseul,
p. 164-7.)

And so the tocsin clangs, and Dragoons gallop; and can do nothing,
having gallopped: National Guards stream in like the gathering of
ravens: your exploding Thunder-chain, falling Avalanche, or what else we
liken it to, does play, with a vengeance,--up now as far as Stenai
and Bouille himself. (Bouille, ii. 74-6.) Brave Bouille, son of the
whirlwind, he saddles Royal Allemand; speaks fire-words, kindling
heart and eyes; distributes twenty-five gold-louis a company:--Ride,
Royal-Allemand, long-famed: no Tuileries Charge and Necker-Orleans
Bust-Procession; a very King made captive, and world all to win!--Such
is the Night deserving to be named of Spurs