do collar and smite
down any Patriot that does not uncover as the Hostie passes. They clap
their bayonets to the breast of Cattle-butcher Legendre, a known Patriot
ever since the Bastille days; and threaten to butcher him; though he sat
quite respectfully, he says, in his Gig, at a distance of fifty paces,
waiting till the thing were by. Nay, orthodox females were shrieking to
have down the Lanterne on him. (Debats des Jacobins in Hist. Parl. xiv.
429.)

To such height has Feuillantism gone in this Corps. For indeed, are not
their Officers creatures of the chief Feuillant, Lafayette? The Court
too has, very naturally, been tampering with them; caressing them,
ever since that dissolution of the so-called Constitutional Guard. Some
Battalions are altogether 'petris, kneaded full' of Feuillantism,
mere Aristocrats at bottom: for instance, the Battalion of the
Filles-Saint-Thomas, made up of your Bankers, Stockbrokers, and other
Full-purses of the Rue Vivienne. Our worthy old Friend Weber, Queen's
Foster-brother Weber, carries a musket in that Battalion,--one may judge
with what degree of Patriotic intention.

Heedless of all which, or rather heedful of all which, the Legislative,
backed by Patriot France and the feeling of Necessity, decrees this Camp
of Twenty thousand. Decisive though conditional Banishment of malign
Priests, it has already decreed.

It will now be seen, therefore, Whether the Hereditary Representative
is for us or against us? Whether or not, to all our other woes, this
intolerablest one is to be added; which renders us not a menaced Nation
in extreme jeopardy and need, but a paralytic Solecism of a Nation;
sitting wrapped as in dead cerements, of a Constitutional-Vesture that
were no other than a winding-sheet; our right hand glued to our left: to
wait there, writhing and wriggling, unable to stir from the spot,
till in Prussian rope we mount to the gallows? Let the Hereditary
Representative consider it well: The Decree of Priests? The Camp of
Twenty Thousand?--By Heaven, he answers, Veto! Veto!--Strict Roland
hands in his Letter to the King; or rather it was Madame's Letter,
who wrote it all at a sitting; one of the plainest-spoken Letters ever
handed in to any King. This plain-spoken Letter King Louis has the
benefit of reading overnight. He reads, inwardly digests; and next
morning, the whole Patriot Ministry finds itself turned out. It is the
13th of June 1792. (Madame Roland, ii. 115.)

Dumour