what figure they will assume is unspeakably significant.  To us, therefore, let the French National Solemn League, and Federation, be the highest recorded triumph of the Thespian Art; triumphant surely, since the whole Pit, which was of Twenty-five Millions, not only claps hands, but does itself spring on the boards and passionately set to playing there.  And being such, be it treated as such:  with sincere cursory admiration; with wonder from afar.  A whole Nation gone mumming deserves so much; but deserves not that loving minuteness a Menadic Insurrection did.  Much more let prior, and as it were, rehearsal scenes of Federation come and go, henceforward, as they list; and, on Plains and under City-walls, innumerable regimental bands blare off into the Inane, without note from us.

One scene, however, the hastiest reader will momentarily pause on:  that of Anacharsis Clootz and the Collective sinful Posterity of Adam.—­For a Patriot Municipality has now, on the 4th of June, got its plan concocted, and got it sanctioned by National Assembly; a Patriot King assenting; to whom, were he even free to dissent, Federative harangues, overflowing with loyalty, have doubtless a transient sweetness.  There shall come Deputed National Guards, so many in the hundred, from each of the Eighty-three Departments of France.  Likewise from all Naval and Military King’s Forces, shall Deputed quotas come; such Federation of National with Royal Soldier has, taking place spontaneously, been already seen and sanctioned.  For the rest, it is hoped, as many as forty thousand may arrive:  expenses to be borne by the Deputing District; of all which let District and Department take thought, and elect fit men,—­whom the Paris brethren will fly to meet and welcome.

Now, therefore, judge if our Patriot Artists are busy; taking deep counsel how to make the Scene worthy of a look from the Universe!  As many as fifteen thousand men, spade-men, barrow-men, stone-builders, rammers, with their engineers, are at work on the Champ-de-Mars; hollowing it out into a natural Amphitheatre, fit for such solemnity.  For one may hope it will be annual and perennial; a ’Feast of Pikes, Fete des Piques,’ notablest among the high-tides of the year:  in any case ought not a Scenic free Nation to have some permanent National Amphitheatre?  The Champ-de-Mars is getting hollowed out; and the daily talk and the nightly dream in most Parisian heads is of Federation, and that only.  Federate Deputies are already under way.  National Assembly, what with its natural work, what with hearing and answering harangues of Federates, of this Federation, will have enough to do!  Harangue of ‘American Committee,’ among whom is that faint figure of Paul Jones ’as with the stars dim-twinkling through it,’—­come to congratulate us on the prospect of such auspicious day.  Harangue of Bastille Conquerors, come to ‘renounce’ any special recompense, any peculiar place at the solemnity;—­since the Centre Grenadiers rather grumble.  Harangue