in
march. Good were it, in all circumstances, to have troops within reach;
good that the command were in sure hands. Let Broglie be appointed;
old Marshal Duke de Broglie; veteran disciplinarian, of a firm
drill-sergeant morality, such as may be depended on.

For, alas, neither are the Clergy, or the very Noblesse what they
should be; and might be, when so menaced from without: entire,
undivided within. The Noblesse, indeed, have their Catiline or Crispin
D'Espremenil, dusky-glowing, all in renegade heat; their boisterous
Barrel-Mirabeau; but also they have their Lafayettes, Liancourts,
Lameths; above all, their D'Orleans, now cut forever from his
Court-moorings, and musing drowsily of high and highest sea-prizes
(for is not he too a son of Henri Quatre, and partial potential
Heir-Apparent?)--on his voyage towards Chaos. From the Clergy again,
so numerous are the Cures, actual deserters have run over: two small
parties; in the second party Cure Gregoire. Nay there is talk of a
whole Hundred and Forty-nine of them about to desert in mass, and only
restrained by an Archbishop of Paris. It seems a losing game.

But judge if France, if Paris sat idle, all this while! Addresses from
far and near flow in: for our Commons have now grown organic enough to
open letters. Or indeed to cavil at them! Thus poor Marquis de Breze,
Supreme Usher, Master of Ceremonies, or whatever his title was, writing
about this time on some ceremonial matter, sees no harm in winding up
with a 'Monsieur, yours with sincere attachment.'--"To whom does it
address itself, this sincere attachment?" inquires Mirabeau. "To the
Dean of the Tiers-Etat."--"There is no man in France entitled to write
that," rejoins he; whereat the Galleries and the World will not be kept
from applauding. (Moniteur (in Histoire Parlementaire, i. 405).) Poor
De Breze! These Commons have a still older grudge at him; nor has he yet
done with them.

In another way, Mirabeau has had to protest against the quick
suppression of his Newspaper, Journal of the States-General;--and
to continue it under a new name. In which act of valour, the Paris
Electors, still busy redacting their Cahier, could not but support him,
by Address to his Majesty: they claim utmost 'provisory freedom of
the press;' they have spoken even about demolishing the Bastille,
and erecting a Bronze Patriot King on the site!--These are the rich
Burghers: but now consider how it went, for example, with such loose
mi