sway; the Guillotine coining money. Bristly
fox-haired Tallien, once Able Editor, still young in years, is now
become most gloomy, potent; a Pluto on Earth, and has the keys of
Tartarus. One remarks, however, that a certain Senhorina Cabarus, or
call her rather Senhora and wedded not yet widowed Dame de Fontenai,
brown beautiful woman, daughter of Cabarus the Spanish merchant,--has
softened the red bristly countenance; pleading for herself and friends;
and prevailing. The keys of Tartarus, or any kind of power, are
something to a woman; gloomy Pluto himself is not insensible to love.
Like a new Proserpine, she, by this red gloomy Dis, is gathered; and,
they say, softens his stone heart a little.

Maignet, at Orange in the South; Lebon, at Arras in the North,
become world's wonders. Jacobin Popular Tribunal, with its National
Representative, perhaps where Girondin Popular Tribunal had lately
been, rises here and rises there; wheresoever needed. Fouches, Maignets,
Barrases, Frerons scour the Southern Departments; like reapers, with
their guillotine-sickle. Many are the labourers, great is the harvest.
By the hundred and the thousand, men's lives are cropt; cast like brands
into the burning.

Marseilles is taken, and put under martial law: lo, at Marseilles, what
one besmutted red-bearded corn-ear is this which they cut;--one
gross Man, we mean, with copper-studded face; plenteous beard, or
beard-stubble, of a tile-colour? By Nemesis and the Fatal Sisters, it
is Jourdan Coupe-tete! Him they have clutched, in these martial-law
districts; him too, with their 'national razor,' their rasoir national,
they sternly shave away. Low now is Jourdan the Headsman's own
head;--low as Deshuttes's and Varigny's, which he sent on pikes, in the
Insurrection of Women! No more shall he, as a copper Portent, be seen
gyrating through the Cities of the South; no more sit judging, with
pipes and brandy, in the Ice-tower of Avignon. The all-hiding Earth has
received him, the bloated Tilebeard: may we never look upon his like
again!--Jourdan one names; the other Hundreds are not named. Alas,
they, like confused faggots, lie massed together for us; counted by the
cartload: and yet not an individual faggot-twig of them but had a Life
and History; and was cut, not without pangs as when a Kaiser dies!

Least of all cities can Lyons escape. Lyons, which we saw in dread
sunblaze, that Autumn night when the Powder-tower sprang aloft, was
clearly verg