remarkable improvements, as unanimously resolved on there.  First that the men of Montelimart do federate with the already federated men of Etoile.  Second, that, implying not expressing the circulation of grain, they ’swear in the face of God and their Country’ with much more emphasis and comprehensiveness, ’to obey all decrees of the National Assembly, and see them obeyed, till death, jusqu’a la mort.’  Third, and most important, that official record of all this be solemnly delivered in to the National Assembly, to M. de Lafayette, and ’to the Restorer of French Liberty;’ who shall all take what comfort from it they can.  Thus does larger Montelimart vindicate its Patriot importance, and maintain its rank in the municipal scale. (Hist.  Parl. vii. 4.)

And so, with the New-year, the signal is hoisted; for is not a National Assembly, and solemn deliverance there, at lowest a National Telegraph?  Not only grain shall circulate, while there is grain, on highways or the Rhone-waters, over all that South-Eastern region,—­where also if Monseigneur d’Artois saw good to break in from Turin, hot welcome might wait him; but whatsoever Province of France is straitened for grain, or vexed with a mutinous Parlement, unconstitutional plotters, Monarchic Clubs, or any other Patriot ailment,—­can go and do likewise, or even do better.  And now, especially, when the February swearing has set them all agog!  From Brittany to Burgundy, on most plains of France, under most City-walls, it is a blaring of trumpets, waving of banners, a constitutional manoeuvring:  under the vernal skies, while Nature too is putting forth her green Hopes, under bright sunshine defaced by the stormful East; like Patriotism victorious, though with difficulty, over Aristocracy and defect of grain!  There march and constitutionally wheel, to the ca-ira-ing mood of fife and drum, under their tricolor Municipals, our clear-gleaming Phalanxes; or halt, with uplifted right-hand, and artillery-salvoes that imitate Jove’s thunder; and all the Country, and metaphorically all ‘the Universe,’ is looking on.  Wholly, in their best apparel, brave men, and beautifully dizened women, most of whom have lovers there; swearing, by the eternal Heavens and this green-growing all-nutritive Earth, that France is free!

Sweetest days, when (astonishing to say) mortals have actually met together in communion and fellowship; and man, were it only once through long despicable centuries, is for moments verily the brother of man!—­And then the Deputations to the National Assembly, with highflown descriptive harangue; to M. de Lafayette, and the Restorer; very frequently moreover to the Mother of Patriotism sitting on her stout benches in that Hall of the Jacobins!  The general ear is filled with Federation.  New names of Patriots emerge, which shall one day become familiar:  Boyer-Fonfrede eloquent denunciator of a rebellious Bourdeaux Parlement; Max Isnard eloquent reporter of the Federation of Draguignan; eloquent pair, separated