ian Fields, there is pause and fluctuation; but, for
Maillard, no return. He persuades his Menads, clamorous for arms and the
Arsenal, that no arms are in the Arsenal; that an unarmed attitude, and
petition to a National Assembly, will be the best: he hastily nominates
or sanctions generalesses, captains of tens and fifties;--and so, in
loosest-flowing order, to the rhythm of some 'eight drums' (having laid
aside his own), with the Bastille Volunteers bringing up his rear, once
more takes the road.

Chaillot, which will promptly yield baked loaves, is not plundered; nor
are the Sevres Potteries broken. The old arches of Sevres Bridge echo
under Menadic feet; Seine River gushes on with his perpetual murmur; and
Paris flings after us the boom of tocsin and alarm-drum,--inaudible,
for the present, amid shrill-sounding hosts, and the splash of rainy
weather. To Meudon, to Saint Cloud, on both hands, the report of them is
gone abroad; and hearths, this evening, will have a topic. The press
of women still continues, for it is the cause of all Eve's Daughters,
mothers that are, or that hope to be. No carriage-lady, were it with
never such hysterics, but must dismount, in the mud roads, in her
silk shoes, and walk. (Deux Amis, iii. 159.) In this manner, amid
wild October weather, they a wild unwinged stork-flight, through the
astonished country, wend their way. Travellers of all sorts they stop;
especially travellers or couriers from Paris. Deputy Lechapelier, in his
elegant vesture, from his elegant vehicle, looks forth amazed through
his spectacles; apprehensive for life;--states eagerly that he is
Patriot-Deputy Lechapelier, and even Old-President Lechapelier, who
presided on the Night of Pentecost, and is original member of the Breton
Club. Thereupon 'rises huge shout of Vive Lechapelier, and several armed
persons spring up behind and before to escort him.' (Ibid. iii. 177;
Dictionnaire des Hommes Marquans, ii. 379.)

Nevertheless, news, despatches from Lafayette, or vague noise of rumour,
have pierced through, by side roads. In the National Assembly, while all
is busy discussing the order of the day; regretting that there should
be Anti-national Repasts in Opera-Halls; that his Majesty should still
hesitate about accepting the Rights of Man, and hang conditions and
peradventures on them,--Mirabeau steps up to the President, experienced
Mounier as it chanced to be; and articulates, in bass under-tone:
"Mounier, Paris march