Nay the worst feature of the business is this last, still to be named; the Emigrants at Coblentz, so many thousands ranking there, in bitter hate and menace:  King’s Brothers, all Princes of the Blood except wicked d’Orleans; your duelling de Castries, your eloquent Cazales; bull-headed Malseignes, a wargod Broglie; Distaff Seigneurs, insulted Officers, all that have ridden across the Rhine-stream;—­d’Artois welcoming Abbe Maury with a kiss, and clasping him publicly to his own royal heart!  Emigration, flowing over the Frontiers, now in drops, now in streams, in various humours of fear, of petulance, rage and hope, ever since those first Bastille days when d’Artois went, ’to shame the citizens of Paris,’—­has swollen to the size of a Phenomenon of the world.  Coblentz is become a small extra-national Versailles; a Versailles in partibus:  briguing, intriguing, favouritism, strumpetocracy itself, they say, goes on there; all the old activities, on a small scale, quickened by hungry Revenge.

Enthusiasm, of loyalty, of hatred and hope, has risen to a high pitch; as, in any Coblentz tavern, you may hear, in speech, and in singing.  Maury assists in the interior Council; much is decided on; for one thing, they keep lists of the dates of your emigrating; a month sooner, or a month later determines your greater or your less right to the coming Division of the Spoil.  Cazales himself, because he had occasionally spoken with a Constitutional tone, was looked on coldly at first:  so pure are our principles. (Montgaillard, iii. 517; Toulongeon, (ubi supra).) And arms are a-hammering at Liege; ’three thousand horses’ ambling hitherward from the Fairs of Germany:  Cavalry enrolling; likewise Foot-soldiers, ’in blue coat, red waistcoat, and nankeen trousers!’ (See Hist.  Parl. xiii. 11-38, 41-61, 358, &c.) They have their secret domestic correspondences, as their open foreign:  with disaffected Crypto-Aristocrats, with contumacious Priests, with Austrian Committee in the Tuileries.  Deserters are spirited over by assiduous crimps; Royal-Allemand is gone almost wholly.  Their route of march, towards France and the Division of the Spoil, is marked out, were the Kaiser once ready.  “It is said, they mean to poison the sources; but,” adds Patriotism making Report of it, “they will not poison the source of Liberty,” whereat ‘on applaudit,’ we cannot but applaud.  Also they have manufactories of False Assignats; and men that circulate in the interior distributing and disbursing the same; one of these we denounce now to Legislative Patriotism:  ’A man Lebrun by name; about thirty years of age, with blonde hair and in quantity; has,’ only for the time being surely, ‘a black-eye, oeil poche; goes in a wiski with a black horse,’ (Moniteur, Seance du 2 Novembre 1791 (Hist.  Parl. xii. 212).)—­always keeping his Gig!