,--Danton 'led hither,' as
himself says, in one of his gigantic figures, 'through the breach of
Patriot cannon!' These, under Legislative Committees, must rule
the wreck as they can: confusedly enough; with an old Legislative
waterlogged, with a New Municipality so brisk. But National Convention
will get itself together; and then! Without delay, however, let a New
Jury-Court and Criminal Tribunal be set up in Paris, to try the crimes
and conspiracies of the Tenth. High Court of Orleans is distant, slow:
the blood of the Twelve hundred Patriots, whatever become of other
blood, shall be inquired after. Tremble, ye Criminals and Conspirators;
the Minister of Justice is Danton! Robespierre too, after the victory,
sits in the New Municipality; insurrectionary 'improvised Municipality,'
which calls itself Council General of the Commune.

For three days now, Louis and his Family have heard the Legislative
Debates in the Lodge of the Logographe; and retired nightly to their
small upper rooms. The Luxembourg and safeguard of the Nation could
not be got ready: nay, it seems the Luxembourg has too many cellars and
issues; no Municipality can undertake to watch it. The compact Prison
of the Temple, not so elegant indeed, were much safer. To the Temple,
therefore! On Monday, 13th day of August 1792, in Mayor Petion's
carriage, Louis and his sad suspended Household, fare thither; all
Paris out to look at them. As they pass through the Place Vendome Louis
Fourteenth's Statue lies broken on the ground. Petion is afraid the
Queen's looks may be thought scornful, and produce provocation;
she casts down her eyes, and does not look at all. The 'press is
prodigious,' but quiet: here and there, it shouts Vive la Nation; but
for most part gazes in silence. French Royalty vanishes within the gates
of the Temple: these old peaked Towers, like peaked Extinguisher or
Bonsoir, do cover it up;--from which same Towers, poor Jacques Molay and
his Templars were burnt out, by French Royalty, five centuries since.
Such are the turns of Fate below. Foreign Ambassadors, English Lord
Gower have all demanded passports; are driving indignantly towards their
respective homes.

So, then, the Constitution is over? For ever and a day! Gone is that
wonder of the Universe; First biennial Parliament, waterlogged, waits
only till the Convention come; and will then sink to endless depths.

One can guess the silent rage of Old-Constituents,
Constitution-builders, e