But what if History were to admit, for once, that all the Names and Theorems yet known to her fall short?  That this grand Product of Nature was even grand, and new, in that it came not to range itself under old recorded Laws-of-Nature at all; but to disclose new ones?  In that case, History renouncing the pretention to name it at present, will look honestly at it, and name what she can of it!  Any approximation to the right Name has value:  were the right name itself once here, the Thing is known thenceforth; the Thing is then ours, and can be dealt with.

Now surely not realization, of Christianity, or of aught earthly, do we discern in this Reign of Terror, in this French Revolution of which it is the consummating.  Destruction rather we discern—­of all that was destructible.  It is as if Twenty-five millions, risen at length into the Pythian mood, had stood up simultaneously to say, with a sound which goes through far lands and times, that this Untruth of an Existence had become insupportable.  O ye Hypocrisies and Speciosities, Royal mantles, Cardinal plushcloaks, ye Credos, Formulas, Respectabilities, fair-painted Sepulchres full of dead men’s bones,—­behold, ye appear to us to be altogether a Lie.  Yet our Life is not a Lie; yet our Hunger and Misery is not a Lie!  Behold we lift up, one and all, our Twenty-five million right-hands; and take the Heavens, and the Earth and also the Pit of Tophet to witness, that either ye shall be abolished, or else we shall be abolished!

No inconsiderable Oath, truly; forming, as has been often said, the most remarkable transaction in these last thousand years.  Wherefrom likewise there follow, and will follow, results.  The fulfilment of this Oath; that is to say, the black desperate battle of Men against their whole Condition and Environment,—­a battle, alas, withal, against the Sin and Darkness that was in themselves as in others:  this is the Reign of Terror.  Transcendental despair was the purport of it, though not consciously so.  False hopes, of Fraternity, Political Millennium, and what not, we have always seen:  but the unseen heart of the whole, the transcendental despair, was not false; neither has it been of no effect.  Despair, pushed far enough, completes the circle, so to speak; and becomes a kind of genuine productive hope again.

Doctrine of Fraternity, out of old Catholicism, does, it is true, very strangely in the vehicle of a Jean-Jacques Evangel, suddenly plump down out of its cloud-firmament; and from a theorem determine to make itself a practice.  But just so do all creeds, intentions, customs, knowledges, thoughts and things, which the French have, suddenly plump down; Catholicism, Classicism, Sentimentalism, Cannibalism:  all isms that make up Man in France, are rushing and roaring in that gulf; and the theorem has become a practice, and whatsoever cannot swim sinks.  Not Evangelist Jean-Jacques alone; there is not a Village Schoolmaster but has contributed his quota: