0.) To make provision for
the passing day, on any terms, will soon be impossible.--On the 16th
of August, poor Weber heard, at Paris and Versailles, hawkers, 'with
a hoarse stifled tone of voice (voix etouffee, sourde)' drawling and
snuffling, through the streets, an Edict concerning Payments (such was
the soft title Rivarol had contrived for it): all payments at the
Royal Treasury shall be made henceforth, three-fifths in Cash, and
the remaining two-fifths--in Paper bearing interest! Poor Weber almost
swooned at the sound of these cracked voices, with their bodeful
raven-note; and will never forget the effect it had on him. (Weber, i.
339.)

But the effect on Paris, on the world generally? From the dens of
Stock-brokerage, from the heights of Political Economy, of Neckerism
and Philosophism; from all articulate and inarticulate throats, rise
hootings and howlings, such as ear had not yet heard. Sedition itself
may be imminent! Monseigneur d'Artois, moved by Duchess Polignac, feels
called to wait upon her Majesty; and explain frankly what crisis matters
stand in. 'The Queen wept;' Brienne himself wept;--for it is now visible
and palpable that he must go.

Remains only that the Court, to whom his manners and garrulities were
always agreeable, shall make his fall soft. The grasping old man has
already got his Archbishopship of Toulouse exchanged for the richer one
of Sens: and now, in this hour of pity, he shall have the Coadjutorship
for his nephew (hardly yet of due age); a Dameship of the Palace for his
niece; a Regiment for her husband; for himself a red Cardinal's-hat, a
Coupe de Bois (cutting from the royal forests), and on the whole 'from
five to six hundred thousand livres of revenue:' (Weber, i. 341.)
finally, his Brother, the Comte de Brienne, shall still continue
War-minister. Buckled-round with such bolsters and huge featherbeds of
Promotion, let him now fall as soft as he can!

And so Lomenie departs: rich if Court-titles and Money-bonds can enrich
him; but if these cannot, perhaps the poorest of all extant men. 'Hissed
at by the people of Versailles,' he drives forth to Jardi; southward
to Brienne,--for recovery of health. Then to Nice, to Italy; but shall
return; shall glide to and fro, tremulous, faint-twinkling, fallen on
awful times: till the Guillotine--snuff out his weak existence? Alas,
worse: for it is blown out, or choked out, foully, pitiably, on the way
to the Guillotine! In his Palace of Sens,