Reasonable and cunningly devised as such Camp may, to Servan and Patriotism, appear, it appears not so to Feuillantism; to that Feuillant-Aristocrat Staff of the Paris Guard; a Staff, one would say again, which will need to be dissolved.  These men see, in this proposed Camp of Servan’s, an offence; and even, as they pretend to say, an insult.  Petitions there come, in consequence, from blue Feuillants in epaulettes; ill received.  Nay, in the end, there comes one Petition, called ‘of the Eight Thousand National Guards:’  so many names are on it; including women and children.  Which famed Petition of the Eight Thousand is indeed received:  and the Petitioners, all under arms, are admitted to the honours of the sitting,—­if honours or even if sitting there be; for the instant their bayonets appear at the one door, the Assembly ‘adjourns,’ and begins to flow out at the other. (Moniteur, Seance du 10 Juin 1792.)

Also, in these same days, it is lamentable to see how National Guards, escorting Fete Dieu or Corpus-Christi ceremonial, do collar and smite down any Patriot that does not uncover as the Hostie passes.  They clap their bayonets to the breast of Cattle-butcher Legendre, a known Patriot ever since the Bastille days; and threaten to butcher him; though he sat quite respectfully, he says, in his Gig, at a distance of fifty paces, waiting till the thing were by.  Nay, orthodox females were shrieking to have down the Lanterne on him. (Debats des Jacobins in Hist.  Parl. xiv. 429.)

To such height has Feuillantism gone in this Corps.  For indeed, are not their Officers creatures of the chief Feuillant, Lafayette?  The Court too has, very naturally, been tampering with them; caressing them, ever since that dissolution of the so-called Constitutional Guard.  Some Battalions are altogether ‘petris, kneaded full’ of Feuillantism, mere Aristocrats at bottom:  for instance, the Battalion of the Filles-Saint-Thomas, made up of your Bankers, Stockbrokers, and other Full-purses of the Rue Vivienne.  Our worthy old Friend Weber, Queen’s Foster-brother Weber, carries a musket in that Battalion,—­one may judge with what degree of Patriotic intention.

Heedless of all which, or rather heedful of all which, the Legislative, backed by Patriot France and the feeling of Necessity, decrees this Camp of Twenty thousand.  Decisive though conditional Banishment of malign Priests, it has already decreed.

It will now be seen, therefore, Whether the Hereditary Representative is for us or against us?  Whether or not, to all our other woes, this intolerablest one is to be added; which renders us not a menaced Nation in extreme jeopardy and need, but a paralytic Solecism of a Nation; sitting wrapped as in dead cerements, of a Constitutional-Vesture that were no other than a winding-sheet; our right hand glued to our left:  to wait there, writhing and wriggling, unable to stir from the spot, till in Prussian rope we mount to the