and accomplish the
Revolution." (Memoires de Barbaroux (Paris, 1822), p. 57.) Nay, be
brave, young Barbaroux; for thou seest, there is no jesting in those
rheumy eyes; in that soot-bleared figure, most earnest of created
things; neither indeed is there madness, of the strait-waistcoat sort.

Such produce shall the Time ripen in cavernous Marat, the man forbid;
living in Paris cellars, lone as fanatic Anchorite in his Thebaid;
say, as far-seen Simon on his Pillar,--taking peculiar views therefrom.
Patriots may smile; and, using him as bandog now to be muzzled, now to
be let bark, name him, as Desmoulins does, 'Maximum of Patriotism' and
'Cassandra-Marat:' but were it not singular if this dirk-and-muff plan
of his (with superficial modifications) proved to be precisely the plan
adopted?

After this manner, in these circumstances, do august Senators regenerate
France. Nay, they are, in very deed, believed to be regenerating it; on
account of which great fact, main fact of their history, the wearied eye
can never be permitted wholly to ignore them.

But looking away now from these precincts of the Tuileries, where
Constitutional Royalty, let Lafayette water it as he will, languishes
too like a cut branch; and august Senators are perhaps at bottom only
perfecting their 'theory of defective verbs,'--how does the young
Reality, young Sansculottism thrive? The attentive observer can answer:
It thrives bravely; putting forth new buds; expanding the old buds into
leaves, into boughs. Is not French Existence, as before, most prurient,
all loosened, most nutrient for it? Sansculottism has the property
of growing by what other things die of: by agitation, contention,
disarrangement; nay in a word, by what is the symbol and fruit of all
these: Hunger.

In such a France as this, Hunger, as we have remarked, can hardly fail.
The Provinces, the Southern Cities feel it in their turn; and what it
brings: Exasperation, preternatural Suspicion. In Paris some halcyon
days of abundance followed the Menadic Insurrection, with its Versailles
grain-carts, and recovered Restorer of Liberty; but they could not
continue. The month is still October when famishing Saint-Antoine, in a
moment of passion, seizes a poor Baker, innocent 'Francois the
Baker;' (21st October, 1789 (Moniteur, No. 76).) and hangs him, in
Constantinople wise;--but even this, singular as it my seem, does not
cheapen bread! Too clear it is, no Royal bounty, no Municipal dext