potic proconsulships, in the sovereignty
of justice, a horde of the outcasts of all classes, the parvenus of
fanaticism, charlatanism, imbecility and crime. Often, when these
personalities meet, one sees the contrast between the governed and the
governors in such strong relief that one almost regards it as calculated
and arranged beforehand; the colors and brush of the painter, rather
than words, are necessary to represent it. In the western section of
Paris, in the prisons of the rue de Sevres[41151] the prisoners consist
of the most distinguished personages of the Quartier Saint Germain,
prelates, officers, grand-seigniors, and noble ladies,--Monseigneur
de Clermont-Tonnerre, Monseigneur de Crussol d'Amboise, Monseigneur de
Hersaint, Monseigneur de Saint Simon, bishop of Agde, the Comtesse de
Narbonne-Pelet, the Duchesse de Choiseul, the Princesse de Chimay, the
Comtesse de Raymond-Narbonne and her daughter, two years of age, in
short, the flower of that refined society which Europe admired and
imitated and which, in its exquisite perfection, equalled or surpassed
all that Greece, Rome and Italy had produced in brilliancy, polish and
amiability. Contrast with these the arbiters of their lives and deaths,
the potentates of the same quarter who issue the warrants of arrest
against them, who pen them in to speculate on them, and who revel at
their expense and before their eyes: these consist of the members of
the revolutionary committee of the Croix-Rouge, the eighteen convicted
rogues and debauchees previously described,[41152] ex-cab-drivers,
porters, cobblers, street-messengers, stevedores, bankrupts,
counterfeiters, former or future jail-birds, all clients of the police
or alms-house riff-raff.--At the other end of Paris, in the east, in the
tower of the Temple, separated from his sister and torn from his mother,
still lives the little Dauphin: no one in France merits more pity or
respect than him. For, if France exists, it is owing to the thirty-five
military chiefs and crowned kings of which he is the last direct scion;
without their thousand years of hereditary rule and preserving policy
the intruders into the Tuileries who have just profaned their tombs at
St. Denis and thrown their bones into a common ditch,[41153] would not
be Frenchmen. At this moment, were suffrages free, the immense majority
of the people, nineteen Frenchmen out of twenty, would recognize this
innocent and precious child for their King, the he