In this humour, then, since no other serves, will France rush against its enemies.  Headlong, reckoning no cost or consequence; heeding no law or rule but that supreme law, Salvation of the People!  The weapons are all the iron that is in France; the strength is that of all the men, women and children that are in France.  There, in their two hundred and fifty shed-smithies, in Garden of Luxembourg or Tuileries, let them forge gun-barrels, in sight of Heaven and Earth.

Nor with heroic daring against the Foreign foe, can black vengeance against the Domestic be wanting.  Life-circulation of the Revolutionary Committees being quickened by that Law of the Forty Sous, Deputy Merlin, not the Thionviller, whom we saw ride out of Mentz, but Merlin of Douai, named subsequently Merlin Suspect,—­comes, about a week after, with his world-famous Law of the Suspect:  ordering all Sections, by their Committees, instantly to arrest all Persons Suspect; and explaining withal who the Arrestable and Suspect specially are.  “Are Suspect,” says he, “all who by their actions, by their connexions, speakings, writings have”—­in short become Suspect. (Moniteur, Seance du 17 Septembre 1793.) Nay Chaumette, illuminating the matter still further, in his Municipal Placards and Proclamations, will bring it about that you may almost recognise a Suspect on the streets, and clutch him there,—­off to Committee, and Prison.  Watch well your words, watch well your looks:  if Suspect of nothing else, you may grow, as came to be a saying, ’Suspect of being Suspect!’ For are we not in a State of Revolution?

No frightfuller Law ever ruled in a Nation of men.  All Prisons and Houses of Arrest in French land are getting crowded to the ridge-tile:  Forty-four thousand Committees, like as many companies of reapers or gleaners, gleaning France, are gathering their harvest, and storing it in these Houses.  Harvest of Aristocrat tares!  Nay, lest the Forty-four thousand, each on its own harvest-field, prove insufficient, we are to have an ambulant ‘Revolutionary Army:’  six thousand strong, under right captains, this shall perambulate the country at large, and strike in wherever it finds such harvest-work slack.  So have Municipality and Mother Society petitioned; so has Convention decreed. (Ibid.  Seances du 5, 9, 11 Septembre.) Let Aristocrats, Federalists, Monsieurs vanish, and all men tremble:  ’The Soil of Liberty shall be purged,’—­with a vengeance!

Neither hitherto has the Revolutionary Tribunal been keeping holyday.  Blanchelande, for losing Saint-Domingo; ‘Conspirators of Orleans,’ for ‘assassinating,’ for assaulting the sacred Deputy Leonard-Bourdon:  these with many Nameless, to whom life was sweet, have died.  Daily the great Guillotine has its due.  Like a black Spectre, daily at eventide, glides the Death-tumbril through the variegated throng of things.  The variegated street shudders at it, for the moment; next moment forgets it:  The Aristocrats!  They were guilty against the Republic; their death, were it only that their goods are confiscated, will be useful to the Republic; Vive la Republique!