in the House of Commons, while the Tribunal Revolutionnaire (in obedience to private orders) is petitioning, that any disrespect towards the convention shall be punished with death.  In England, it is asserted, that the people have a right to decide on the continuation of the war—­here it is proposed to declare suspicious, and treat accordingly, all who shall dare talk of peace.—­Mr. Fox and Robespierre must settle these trifling variations at the general congress of republicans, when the latter shall (as they profess) have dethroned all the potentates in Europe!

Do you not read of cart-loads of patriotic gifts,* bales of lint and bandages, and stockings, knit by the hands of fair citizens, for the use of the soldiers?

* A sum of money was at this time publicly offered to the Convention for defraying the expences and repairs of the guillotine.—­I know not if it were intended patriotically or correctionally; but the legislative delicacy was hurt, and the bearer of the gift ordered for examination to the Committee of General Safety, who most probably sent him to expiate either his patriotism or his pleasantry in a prison.

—­Do you not read, and call me calumniator, and ask if these are proofs that there is no public spirit in France?  Yes, the public spirit of an eastern tributary, who offers, with apprehensive devotion, a part of the wealth which he fears the hand of despotism may ravish entirely.—­The wives and daughters of husbands and fathers, who are pining in arbitrary confinement, are employed in these feeble efforts, to deprecate the malice of their persecutors; and these voluntary tributes are but too often proportioned, not to the abilities, but the miseries of the donor.*

* A lady, confined in one of the state prisons, made an offering, through the hands of a Deputy, of ten thousand livres; but the Convention observed, that this could not properly be deemed a gift—­ for, as she was doubtless a suspicious person, all she had belonged of right to the republic: 

"Elle doit etre a moi, dit il, et la raison, “C’est que je m’appelle Lion “A cela l’on n’a rien a dire." —­ La Fontaine.

Sometimes these dons patriotiques were collected by a band of Jacobins, at others regularly assessed by a Representative on mission; but on all occasions the aristocrats were most assiduous and most liberal: 

“Urg’d by th’ imperious soldier’s fierce command,
“The groaning Greeks break up their golden caverns,
“The accumulated wealth of toiling ages;
. . . . . . . . 
“That wealth, too sacred for their country’s use;
“That wealth, too pleasing to be lost for freedom,
“That wealth, which, granted to their weeping Prince,
“Had rang’d embattled nations at their gates.” 
—­ Johnson.