have arrived, at the set day, Three thousand of them in all.  And yet, thin and feeble as these streaks of Federates seem, they are the only thing one discerns moving with any clearness of aim, in this strange scene.  Angry buz and simmer; uneasy tossing and moaning of a huge France, all enchanted, spell-bound by unmarching Constitution, into frightful conscious and unconscious Magnetic-sleep; which frightful Magnetic-sleep must now issue soon in one of two things:  Death or Madness!  The Federes carry mostly in their pocket some earnest cry and Petition, to have the ‘National Executive put in action;’ or as a step towards that, to have the King’s Decheance, King’s Forfeiture, or at least his Suspension, pronounced.  They shall be welcome to the Legislative, to the Mother of Patriotism; and Paris will provide for their lodging.

Decheance, indeed:  and, what next?  A France spell-free, a Revolution saved; and any thing, and all things next! so answer grimly Danton and the unlimited Patriots, down deep in their subterranean region of Plot, whither they have now dived.  Decheance, answers Brissot with the limited:  And if next the little Prince Royal were crowned, and some Regency of Girondins and recalled Patriot Ministry set over him?  Alas, poor Brissot; looking, as indeed poor man does always, on the nearest morrow as his peaceable promised land; deciding what must reach to the world’s end, yet with an insight that reaches not beyond his own nose!  Wiser are the unlimited subterranean Patriots, who with light for the hour itself, leave the rest to the gods.

Or were it not, as we now stand, the probablest issue of all, that Brunswick, in Coblentz, just gathering his huge limbs towards him to rise, might arrive first; and stop both Decheance, and theorizing on it?  Brunswick is on the eve of marching; with Eighty Thousand, they say; fell Prussians, Hessians, feller Emigrants:  a General of the Great Frederick, with such an Army.  And our Armies?  And our Generals?  As for Lafayette, on whose late visit a Committee is sitting and all France is jarring and censuring, he seems readier to fight us than fight Brunswick.  Luckner and Lafayette pretend to be interchanging corps, and are making movements; which Patriotism cannot understand.  This only is very clear, that their corps go marching and shuttling, in the interior of the country; much nearer Paris than formerly!  Luckner has ordered Dumouriez down to him, down from Maulde, and the Fortified Camp there.  Which order the many-counselled Dumouriez, with the Austrians hanging close on him, he busy meanwhile training a few thousands to stand fire and be soldiers, declares that, come of it what will, he cannot obey.  (Dumouriez, ii. 1, 5.) Will a poor Legislative, therefore, sanction Dumouriez; who applies to it, ’not knowing whether there is any War-ministry?’ Or sanction Luckner and these Lafayette movements?