Consider therefore this pitiable Twentieth of June as a futility; no catastrophe, rather a catastasis, or heightening.  Do not its Black Breeches wave there, in the Historical Imagination, like a melancholy flag of distress; soliciting help, which no mortal can give?  Soliciting pity, which thou wert hard-hearted not to give freely, to one and all!  Other such flags, or what are called Occurrences, and black or bright symbolic Phenomena; will flit through the Historical Imagination:  these, one after one, let us note, with extreme brevity.

The first phenomenon is that of Lafayette at the Bar of the Assembly; after a week and day.  Promptly, on hearing of this scandalous Twentieth of June, Lafayette has quitted his Command on the North Frontier, in better or worse order; and got hither, on the 28th, to repress the Jacobins:  not by Letter now; but by oral Petition, and weight of character, face to face.  The august Assembly finds the step questionable; invites him meanwhile to the honours of the sitting.  (Moniteur, Seance du 28 Juin 1792.) Other honour, or advantage, there unhappily came almost none; the Galleries all growling; fiery Isnard glooming; sharp Guadet not wanting in sarcasms.

And out of doors, when the sitting is over, Sieur Resson, keeper of the Patriot Cafe in these regions, hears in the street a hurly-burly; steps forth to look, he and his Patriot customers:  it is Lafayette’s carriage, with a tumultuous escort of blue Grenadiers, Cannoneers, even Officers of the Line, hurrahing and capering round it.  They make a pause opposite Sieur Resson’s door; wag their plumes at him; nay shake their fists, bellowing A bas les Jacobins; but happily pass on without onslaught.  They pass on, to plant a Mai before the General’s door, and bully considerably.  All which the Sieur Resson cannot but report with sorrow, that night, in the Mother Society. (Debats des Jacobins Hist.  Parl. xv. 235.) But what no Sieur Resson nor Mother Society can do more than guess is this, That a council of rank Feuillants, your unabolished Staff of the Guard and who else has status and weight, is in these very moments privily deliberating at the General’s:  Can we not put down the Jacobins by force?  Next day, a Review shall be held, in the Tuileries Garden, of such as will turn out, and try.  Alas, says Toulongeon, hardly a hundred turned out.  Put it off till tomorrow, then, to give better warning.  On the morrow, which is Saturday, there turn out ‘some thirty;’ and depart shrugging their shoulders! (Toulongeon, ii. 180.  See also Dampmartin, ii. 161.) Lafayette promptly takes carriage again; returns musing on my things.

The dust of Paris is hardly off his wheels, the summer Sunday is still young, when Cordeliers in deputation pluck up that Mai of his:  before sunset, Patriots have burnt him in effigy.  Louder doubt and louder rises, in Section, in National Assembly, as to the legality of such unbidden Anti-jacobin visit on the part of a General:  doubt swelling and spreading all over France, for six weeks or so:  with endless talk about usurping soldiers, about English Monk, nay about Cromwell:  O thou Paris Grandison-Cromwell!—­What boots it?  King Louis himself looked coldly on the enterprize:  colossal Hero of two Worlds, having weighed himself in the balance, finds that he is become a gossamer Colossus, only some thirty turning out.