house-cricket might still chirp in the pealing of a Trump of Doom.
"Monsieur," said some Master of Ceremonies (one hopes it might be de
Breze), as Lafayette, in these fearful moments, was rushing towards
the inner Royal Apartments, "Monsieur, le Roi vous accorde les grandes
entrees, Monsieur, the King grants you the Grand Entries,"--not finding
it convenient to refuse them! (Toulongeon, 1 App. 120.)

Chapter 1.7.XI.

From Versailles.

However, the Paris National Guard, wholly under arms, has cleared
the Palace, and even occupies the nearer external spaces; extruding
miscellaneous Patriotism, for most part, into the Grand Court, or even
into the Forecourt.

The Bodyguards, you can observe, have now of a verity, 'hoisted the
National Cockade:' for they step forward to the windows or balconies,
hat aloft in hand, on each hat a huge tricolor; and fling over their
bandoleers in sign of surrender; and shout Vive la Nation. To which
how can the generous heart respond but with, Vive le Roi; vivent les
Gardes-du-Corps? His Majesty himself has appeared with Lafayette on the
balcony, and again appears: Vive le Roi greets him from all throats; but
also from some one throat is heard "Le Roi a Paris, The King to Paris!"

Her Majesty too, on demand, shows herself, though there is peril in
it: she steps out on the balcony, with her little boy and girl. "No
children, Point d'enfans!" cry the voices. She gently pushes back her
children; and stands alone, her hands serenely crossed on her breast:
"should I die," she had said, "I will do it." Such serenity of heroism
has its effect. Lafayette, with ready wit, in his highflown chivalrous
way, takes that fair queenly hand; and reverently kneeling, kisses it:
thereupon the people do shout Vive la Reine. Nevertheless, poor Weber
'saw' (or even thought he saw; for hardly the third part of poor Weber's
experiences, in such hysterical days, will stand scrutiny) 'one of these
brigands level his musket at her Majesty,'--with or without intention to
shoot; for another of the brigands 'angrily struck it down.'

So that all, and the Queen herself, nay the very Captain of the
Bodyguards, have grown National! The very Captain of the Bodyguards
steps out now with Lafayette. On the hat of the repentant man is an
enormous tricolor; large as a soup-platter, or sun-flower; visible to
the utmost Forecourt. He takes the National Oath with a loud voice,
elevating his hat; at which sight all the army