cartloads of corn,' which have been lent, for peace, from the stores of
Versailles. Behind which follow stragglers of the Garde-du-Corps;
all humiliated, in Grenadier bonnets. Close on these comes the Royal
Carriage; come Royal Carriages: for there are an Hundred National
Deputies too, among whom sits Mirabeau,--his remarks not given. Then
finally, pellmell, as rearguard, Flandre, Swiss, Hundred Swiss, other
Bodyguards, Brigands, whosoever cannot get before. Between and among all
which masses, flows without limit Saint-Antoine, and the Menadic Cohort.
Menadic especially about the Royal Carriage; tripudiating there, covered
with tricolor; singing 'allusive songs;' pointing with one hand to
the Royal Carriage, which the illusions hit, and pointing to the
Provision-wagons, with the other hand, and these words: "Courage,
Friends! We shall not want bread now; we are bringing you the Baker,
the Bakeress, and Baker's Boy (le Boulanger, la Boulangere, et le petit
Mitron)." (Toulongeon, i. 134-161; Deux Amis (iii. c. 9); &c. &c.)

The wet day draggles the tricolor, but the joy is unextinguishable. Is
not all well now? "Ah, Madame, notre bonne Reine," said some of these
Strong-women some days hence, "Ah Madame, our good Queen, don't be a
traitor any more (ne soyez plus traitre), and we will all love you!"
Poor Weber went splashing along, close by the Royal carriage, with the
tear in his eye: 'their Majesties did me the honour,' or I thought they
did it, 'to testify, from time to time, by shrugging of the shoulders,
by looks directed to Heaven, the emotions they felt.' Thus, like frail
cockle, floats the Royal Life-boat, helmless, on black deluges of
Rascality.

Mercier, in his loose way, estimates the Procession and assistants
at two hundred thousand. He says it was one boundless inarticulate
Haha;--transcendent World-Laughter; comparable to the Saturnalia of
the Ancients. Why not? Here too, as we said, is Human Nature once more
human; shudder at it whoso is of shuddering humour: yet behold it is
human. It has 'swallowed all formulas;' it tripudiates even so. For
which reason they that collect Vases and Antiques, with figures of
Dancing Bacchantes 'in wild and all but impossible positions,' may look
with some interest on it.

Thus, however, has the slow-moving Chaos or modern Saturnalia of the
Ancients, reached the Barrier; and must halt, to be harangued by Mayor
Bailly. Thereafter it has to lumber along, between the double r