ion of it slighted; Majesty's express
orders set at nought.

All France is in a roar; a sea of persons, estimated at 'ten thousand,'
whirls 'all this day in the Palais Royal.' (Arthur Young, i. 119.) The
remaining Clergy, and likewise some Forty-eight Noblesse, D'Orleans
among them, have now forthwith gone over to the victorious Commons; by
whom, as is natural, they are received 'with acclamation.'

The Third Estate triumphs; Versailles Town shouting round it; ten
thousand whirling all day in the Palais Royal; and all France standing
a-tiptoe, not unlike whirling! Let the Oeil-de-Boeuf look to it. As for
King Louis, he will swallow his injuries; will temporise, keep silence;
will at all costs have present peace. It was Tuesday the 23d of June,
when he spoke that peremptory royal mandate; and the week is not done
till he has written to the remaining obstinate Noblesse, that they
also must oblige him, and give in. D'Espremenil rages his last; Barrel
Mirabeau 'breaks his sword,' making a vow,--which he might as well have
kept. The 'Triple Family' is now therefore complete; the third erring
brother, the Noblesse, having joined it;--erring but pardonable;
soothed, so far as possible, by sweet eloquence from President Bailly.

So triumphs the Third Estate; and States-General are become National
Assembly; and all France may sing Te Deum. By wise inertia, and wise
cessation of inertia, great victory has been gained. It is the last
night of June: all night you meet nothing on the streets of Versailles
but 'men running with torches' with shouts of jubilation. From the 2nd
of May when they kissed the hand of Majesty, to this 30th of June when
men run with torches, we count seven weeks complete. For seven weeks the
National Carroccio has stood far-seen, ringing many a signal; and, so
much having now gathered round it, may hope to stand.

Chapter 1.5.III.

Broglie the War-God.

The Court feels indignant that it is conquered; but what then? Another
time it will do better. Mercury descended in vain; now has the time
come for Mars.--The gods of the Oeil-de-Boeuf have withdrawn into the
darkness of their cloudy Ida; and sit there, shaping and forging what
may be needful, be it 'billets of a new National Bank,' munitions of
war, or things forever inscrutable to men.

Accordingly, what means this 'apparatus of troops'? The National
Assembly can get no furtherance for its Committee of Subsistences; can
hear only that, at Paris,