The Tenth of August was Friday.  The week is not done, when our old Patriot Ministry is recalled, what of it can be got:  strict Roland, Genevese Claviere; add heavy Monge the Mathematician, once a stone-hewer; and, for Minister of Justice,—­Danton ‘led hither,’ as himself says, in one of his gigantic figures, ’through the breach of Patriot cannon!’ These, under Legislative Committees, must rule the wreck as they can:  confusedly enough; with an old Legislative waterlogged, with a New Municipality so brisk.  But National Convention will get itself together; and then!  Without delay, however, let a New Jury-Court and Criminal Tribunal be set up in Paris, to try the crimes and conspiracies of the Tenth.  High Court of Orleans is distant, slow:  the blood of the Twelve hundred Patriots, whatever become of other blood, shall be inquired after.  Tremble, ye Criminals and Conspirators; the Minister of Justice is Danton!  Robespierre too, after the victory, sits in the New Municipality; insurrectionary ‘improvised Municipality,’ which calls itself Council General of the Commune.

For three days now, Louis and his Family have heard the Legislative Debates in the Lodge of the Logographe; and retired nightly to their small upper rooms.  The Luxembourg and safeguard of the Nation could not be got ready:  nay, it seems the Luxembourg has too many cellars and issues; no Municipality can undertake to watch it.  The compact Prison of the Temple, not so elegant indeed, were much safer.  To the Temple, therefore!  On Monday, 13th day of August 1792, in Mayor Petion’s carriage, Louis and his sad suspended Household, fare thither; all Paris out to look at them.  As they pass through the Place Vendome Louis Fourteenth’s Statue lies broken on the ground.  Petion is afraid the Queen’s looks may be thought scornful, and produce provocation; she casts down her eyes, and does not look at all.  The ’press is prodigious,’ but quiet:  here and there, it shouts Vive la Nation; but for most part gazes in silence.  French Royalty vanishes within the gates of the Temple:  these old peaked Towers, like peaked Extinguisher or Bonsoir, do cover it up;—­from which same Towers, poor Jacques Molay and his Templars were burnt out, by French Royalty, five centuries since.  Such are the turns of Fate below.  Foreign Ambassadors, English Lord Gower have all demanded passports; are driving indignantly towards their respective homes.

So, then, the Constitution is over?  For ever and a day!  Gone is that wonder of the Universe; First biennial Parliament, waterlogged, waits only till the Convention come; and will then sink to endless depths.

One can guess the silent rage of Old-Constituents, Constitution-builders, extinct Feuillants, men who thought the Constitution would march!  Lafayette rises to the altitude of the situation; at the head of his Army.  Legislative Commissioners are posting towards him and it, on the Northern Frontier, to congratulate and perorate:  he orders the Municipality of Sedan to arrest these Commissioners, and keep them strictly in ward as Rebels, till he say further.  The Sedan Municipals obey.