his and the
other practical Sieur Augeard, Sieur Maillebois, Sieur Bonne Savardin,
gets into trouble, gets imprisoned, and escapes with difficulty. Nay
there is a poor practical Chevalier Favras who, not without some passing
reflex on Monsieur himself, gets hanged for them, amid loud uproar
of the world. Poor Favras, he keeps dictating his last will at the
'Hotel-de-Ville, through the whole remainder of the day,' a weary
February day; offers to reveal secrets, if they will save him;
handsomely declines since they will not; then dies, in the flare of
torchlight, with politest composure; remarking, rather than exclaiming,
with outspread hands: "People, I die innocent; pray for me." (See Deux
Amis, iv. c. 14, 7; Hist. Parl. vi. 384.) Poor Favras;--type of so much
that has prowled indefatigable over France, in days now ending; and, in
freer field, might have earned instead of prowling,--to thee it is no
theory!

In the Senate-house again, the attitude of the Right Side is that of
calm unbelief. Let an august National Assembly make a Fourth-of-August
Abolition of Feudality; declare the Clergy State-servants who shall
have wages; vote Suspensive Vetos, new Law-Courts; vote or decree what
contested thing it will; have it responded to from the four corners
of France, nay get King's Sanction, and what other Acceptance were
conceivable,--the Right Side, as we find, persists, with imperturbablest
tenacity, in considering, and ever and anon shews that it still
considers, all these so-called Decrees as mere temporary whims, which
indeed stand on paper, but in practice and fact are not, and cannot be.
Figure the brass head of an Abbe Maury flooding forth Jesuitic eloquence
in this strain; dusky d'Espremenil, Barrel Mirabeau (probably in
liquor), and enough of others, cheering him from the Right; and, for
example, with what visage a seagreen Robespierre eyes him from the Left.
And how Sieyes ineffably sniffs on him, or does not deign to sniff;
and how the Galleries groan in spirit, or bark rabid on him: so that to
escape the Lanterne, on stepping forth, he needs presence of mind, and a
pair of pistols in his girdle! For he is one of the toughest of men.

Here indeed becomes notable one great difference between our two kinds
of civil war; between the modern lingual or Parliamentary-logical kind,
and the ancient, or manual kind, in the steel battle-field;--much to the
disadvantage of the former. In the manual kind, where you front your