Here seems the egg to be hatched, and imagination runs away with the idea.  I may fancy I shall hear of the King and Queen leaving Versailles, like Charles the First, and then skips imagination six-and-forty years lower, and figures their fugitive Majesties taking refuge in this country.  I have besides another idea.  If the Bastile conquers, still is it impossible, considering the general spirit in the country, and the numerous fortified places in France, but some may be seized by the dissidents, and whole provinces be torn from the Crown?  On the other hand, if the King prevails, what heavy despotism will the etats, by their want of temper and moderation, have drawn on their country!  They might have obtained many capital points, and removed great oppression.  No French monarch will ever summon etats again, if this moment has been thrown away.

Though I have stocked myself with such a set of visions for the event either way, I do not pretend to foresee what will happen.  Penetration argues from reasonable probabilities; but chance and folly are apt to contradict calculation, and hitherto they seem to have full scope for action.  One hears of no genius on either side, nor do symptoms of any appear.  There will perhaps:  such times and tempests bring forth, at least bring out, great men.  I do not take the Duke of Orleans[1] or Mirabeau[2] to be built du bois dont on les fait; no, nor Monsieur Necker.  He may be a great traitor, if he made the confusion designedly:  but it is a woful evasion, if the promised financier slips into a black politician!  I adore liberty, but I would bestow it as honestly as I could; and a civil war, besides being a game of chance, is paying a very dear price for it.

[Footnote 1:  The Duke of Orleans, the infamous Egalite, fomented the Revolution in the hope that it might lead to the deposition of the King, and to his own election to the throne, as in England, a century before, the Prince of Orange had succeeded James II.  He voted for the death of his cousin and king, and was, in just retribution, sent to the guillotine by Robespierre at the end of the same year.]

[Footnote 2:  Mirabeau was the most celebrated of all the earlier leaders of the Revolution.  At the time of this letter he had connected himself closely with the Duc d’Orleans, in whose pay, in fact, he was, as his profligacy and extravagance had long before dissipated all the property which had fallen to his share as a younger son.  Afterwards, on discovering the cowardice and baseness of the Duke, he broke with him, and exerted himself in the cause of the King, whom, indeed, he had originally desired to support, if his advances had not been, with incredible folly, rejected by Necker.  But he had no time to repair the mischief he had done, even if it had been in his power, which it probably would not have been, since he died, after a short illness, in April, 1791.]

For us, we are in most danger of a deluge; though I wonder we so frequently complain of long rains.  The saying about St. Swithin is a proof of how often they recur; for proverbial sentences are the children of experience, not of prophecy.  Good night!  In a few days I shall send you a beautiful little poem from the Strawberry press.