A Second Chamber of Legislature we call this Mother Society;—­if perhaps it were not rather comparable to that old Scotch Body named Lords of the Articles, without whose origination, and signal given, the so-called Parliament could introduce no bill, could do no work?  Robespierre himself, whose words are a law, opens his incorruptible lips copiously in the Jacobins Hall.  Smaller Council of Salut Public, Greater Council of Surete Generale, all active Parties, come here to plead; to shape beforehand what decision they must arrive at, what destiny they have to expect.  Now if a question arose, Which of those Two Chambers, Convention, or Lords of the Articles, was the stronger?  Happily they as yet go hand in hand.

As for the National Convention, truly it has become a most composed Body.  Quenched now the old effervescence; the Seventy-three locked in ward; once noisy Friends of the Girondins sunk all into silent men of the Plain, called even ‘Frogs of the Marsh,’ Crapauds du Marais!  Addresses come, Revolutionary Church-plunder comes; Deputations, with prose, or strophes:  these the Convention receives.  But beyond this, the Convention has one thing mainly to do:  to listen what Salut Public proposes, and say, Yea.

Bazire followed by Chabot, with some impetuosity, declared, one morning, that this was not the way of a Free Assembly.  “There ought to be an Opposition side, a Cote Droit,” cried Chabot; “if none else will form it, I will:  people say to me, You will all get guillotined in your turn, first you and Bazire, then Danton, then Robespierre himself.” (Debats, du 10 Novembre, 1723.) So spake the Disfrocked, with a loud voice:  next week, Bazire and he lie in the Abbaye; wending, one may fear, towards Tinville and the Axe; and ’people say to me’—­what seems to be proving true!  Bazire’s blood was all inflamed with Revolution fever; with coffee and spasmodic dreams. (Dictionnaire des Hommes Marquans, i. 115.) Chabot, again, how happy with his rich Jew-Austrian wife, late Fraulein Frey!  But he lies in Prison; and his two Jew-Austrian Brothers-in-Law, the Bankers Frey, lie with him; waiting the urn of doom.  Let a National Convention, therefore, take warning, and know its function.  Let the Convention, all as one man, set its shoulder to the work; not with bursts of Parliamentary eloquence, but in quite other and serviceable ways!

Convention Commissioners, what we ought to call Representatives, ‘Representans on mission,’ fly, like the Herald Mercury, to all points of the Territory; carrying your behests far and wide.  In their ’round hat plumed with tricolor feathers, girt with flowing tricolor taffeta; in close frock, tricolor sash, sword and jack-boots,’ these men are powerfuller than King or Kaiser.  They say to whomso they meet, Do; and he must do it:  all men’s goods are at their disposal; for France is as one huge City in Siege.  They smite with Requisitions, and Forced-loan; they have the power of life and death.  Saint-Just