thers: That ill-success is death; that in victory alone is life!
To conquer or die is no theatrical palabra, in these circumstances: but
a practical truth and necessity. All Girondism, Halfness, Compromise is
swept away. Forward, ye Soldiers of the Republic, captain and man!
Dash with your Gaelic impetuosity, on Austria, England, Prussia, Spain,
Sardinia; Pitt, Cobourg, York, and the Devil and the World! Behind us
is but the Guillotine; before us is Victory, Apotheosis and Millennium
without end!

See accordingly, on all Frontiers, how the Sons of Night, astonished
after short triumph, do recoil;--the Sons of the Republic flying at
them, with wild ca-ira or Marseillese Aux armes, with the temper of
cat-o'-mountain, or demon incarnate; which no Son of Night can stand!
Spain, which came bursting through the Pyrenees, rustling with Bourbon
banners, and went conquering here and there for a season, falters at
such cat-o'-mountain welcome; draws itself in again; too happy now were
the Pyrenees impassable. Not only does Dugommier, conqueror of Toulon,
drive Spain back; he invades Spain. General Dugommier invades it by the
Eastern Pyrenees; General Dugommier invades it by the Eastern Pyrenees;
General Muller shall invade it by the Western. Shall, that is the word:
Committee of Salut Public has said it; Representative Cavaignac, on
mission there, must see it done. Impossible! cries Muller,--Infallible!
answers Cavaignac. Difficulty, impossibility, is to no purpose.
"The Committee is deaf on that side of its head," answers Cavaignac,
"n'entend pas de cette oreille la. How many wantest thou, of men, of
horses, cannons? Thou shalt have them. Conquerors, conquered or hanged,
forward we must." (There is, in Prudhomme, an atrocity a la Captain-Kirk
reported of this Cavaignac; which has been copied into Dictionaries of
Hommes Marquans, of Biographie Universelle, &c.; which not only has no
truth in it, but, much more singular, is still capable of being proved
to have none.) Which things also, even as the Representative spake them,
were done. The Spring of the new Year sees Spain invaded: and redoubts
are carried, and Passes and Heights of the most scarped description;
Spanish Field-officerism struck mute at such cat-o'-mountain spirit, the
cannon forgetting to fire. (Deux Amis, xiii. 205-30; Toulongeon, &c.)
Swept are the Pyrenees; Town after Town flies up, burst by terror or
the petard. In the course of another year, Spain will crave Pe