ather than
Lafayette. And so Bailly and his Feuillants, long waning like the
Moon, had to withdraw then, making some sorrowful obeisance, into
extinction;--or indeed into worse, into lurid half-light, grimmed by
the shadow of that Red Flag of theirs, and bitter memory of the
Champ-de-Mars. How swift is the progress of things and men! Not now
does Lafayette, as on that Federation-day, when his noon was, 'press his
sword firmly on the Fatherland's Altar,' and swear in sight of
France: ah no; he, waning and setting ever since that hour, hangs now,
disastrous, on the edge of the horizon; commanding one of those Three
moulting Crane-flights of Armies, in a most suspected, unfruitful,
uncomfortable manner!

But, at most, cannot Patriotism, so many thousands strong in this
Metropolis of the Universe, help itself? Has it not right-hands, pikes?
Hammering of pikes, which was not to be prohibited by Mayor Bailly, has
been sanctioned by Mayor Petion; sanctioned by Legislative Assembly.
How not, when the King's so-called Constitutional Guard 'was making
cartridges in secret?' Changes are necessary for the National Guard
itself; this whole Feuillant-Aristocrat Staff of the Guard must be
disbanded. Likewise, citizens without uniform may surely rank in the
Guard, the pike beside the musket, in such a time: the 'active' citizen
and the passive who can fight for us, are they not both welcome?--O
my Patriot friends, indubitably Yes! Nay the truth is, Patriotism
throughout, were it never so white-frilled, logical, respectable, must
either lean itself heartily on Sansculottism, the black, bottomless;
or else vanish, in the frightfullest way, to Limbo! Thus some, with
upturned nose, will altogether sniff and disdain Sansculottism; others
will lean heartily on it; nay others again will lean what we call
heartlessly on it: three sorts; each sort with a destiny corresponding.
(Discours de Bailly, Reponse de Petion (Moniteur du 20 Novembre 1791).)

In such point of view, however, have we not for the present a Volunteer
Ally, stronger than all the rest: namely, Hunger? Hunger; and what
rushing of Panic Terror this and the sum-total of our other miseries may
bring! For Sansculottism grows by what all other things die of. Stupid
Peter Baille almost made an epigram, though unconsciously, and with the
Patriot world laughing not at it but at him, when he wrote 'Tout va
bien ici, le pain manque, All goes well here, victuals not to be had.'
(Barbarou