t might be our Marseillese pointed out here and there
a riband-cockade, and beckoned that it should be snatched away, and
exchanged for a wool one; which was done. How the Mother Society in a
body has come as far as the Bastille-ground, to embrace you. How you
then wend onwards, triumphant, to the Townhall, to be embraced by Mayor
Petion; to put down your muskets in the Barracks of Nouvelle France,
not far off;--then towards the appointed Tavern in the Champs Elysees to
enjoy a frugal Patriot repast. (Hist. Parl. xvi. 196. See Barbaroux, p.
51-5.)

Of all which the indignant Tuileries may, by its Tickets of Entry, have
warning. Red Swiss look doubly sharp to their Chateau-Grates;--though
surely there is no danger? Blue Grenadiers of the Filles-Saint-Thomas
Section are on duty there this day: men of Agio, as we have seen; with
stuffed purses, riband-cockades; among whom serves Weber. A party of
these latter, with Captains, with sundry Feuillant Notabilities, Moreau
de Saint-Mery of the three thousand orders, and others, have been
dining, much more respectably, in a Tavern hard by. They have dined,
and are now drinking Loyal-Patriotic toasts; while the Marseillese,
National-Patriotic merely, are about sitting down to their frugal covers
of delf. How it happened remains to this day undemonstrable: but the
external fact is, certain of these Filles-Saint-Thomas Grenadiers do
issue from their Tavern; perhaps touched, surely not yet muddled
with any liquor they have had;--issue in the professed intention of
testifying to the Marseillese, or to the multitude of Paris Patriots who
stroll in these spaces, That they, the Filles-Saint-Thomas men, if well
seen into, are not a whit less Patriotic than any other class of men
whatever.

It was a rash errand! For how can the strolling multitudes credit such
a thing; or do other indeed than hoot at it, provoking, and
provoked;--till Grenadier sabres stir in the scabbard, and a sharp
shriek rises: "A nous Marseillais, Help Marseillese!" Quick as
lightning, for the frugal repast is not yet served, that Marseillese
Tavern flings itself open: by door, by window; running, bounding,
vault forth the Five hundred and Seventeen undined Patriots; and, sabre
flashing from thigh, are on the scene of controversy. Will ye parley,
ye Grenadier Captains and official Persons; 'with faces grown suddenly
pale,' the Deponents say? (Moniteur, Seances du 30, du 31 Juillet 1792
Hist. Parl. xvi. 197-210.) Adv