yet run on rope, fly rustling aloft:  the whole crew crowds to the upper deck; and, with universal soul-maddening yell, shouts Vive la Republique,—­sinking, sinking.  She staggers, she lurches, her last drunk whirl; Ocean yawns abysmal:  down rushes the Vengeur, carrying Vive la Republique along with her, unconquerable, into Eternity! (Compare Barrere (Chois des Rapports, xiv. 416-21); Lord Howe (Annual Register of 1794, p. 86), &c.) Let foreign Despots think of that.  There is an Unconquerable in man, when he stands on his Rights of Man:  let Despots and Slaves and all people know this, and only them that stand on the Wrongs of Man tremble to know it.

Chapter 3.5.VII.

Flame-Picture.

In this manner, mad-blazing with flame of all imaginable tints, from the red of Tophet to the stellar-bright, blazes off this Consummation of Sansculottism.

But the hundredth part of the things that were done, and the thousandth part of the things that were projected and decreed to be done, would tire the tongue of History.  Statue of the Peuple Souverain, high as Strasburg Steeple; which shall fling its shadow from the Pont Neuf over Jardin National and Convention Hall;—­enormous, in Painter David’s head!  With other the like enormous Statues not a few:  realised in paper Decree.  For, indeed, the Statue of Liberty herself is still but Plaster in the Place de la Revolution!  Then Equalisation of Weights and Measures, with decimal division; Institutions, of Music and of much else; Institute in general; School of Arts, School of Mars, Eleves de la Patrie, Normal Schools:  amid such Gun-boring, Altar-burning, Saltpetre-digging, and miraculous improvements in Tannery!

What, for example, is this that Engineer Chappe is doing, in the Park of Vincennes?  In the Park of Vincennes; and onwards, they say, in the Park of Lepelletier Saint-Fargeau the assassinated Deputy; and still onwards to the Heights of Ecouen and further, he has scaffolding set up, has posts driven in; wooden arms with elbow joints are jerking and fugling in the air, in the most rapid mysterious manner!  Citoyens ran up suspicious.  Yes, O Citoyens, we are signaling:  it is a device this, worthy of the Republic; a thing for what we will call Far-writing without the aid of postbags; in Greek, it shall be named Telegraph.—­Telegraphe sacre! answers Citoyenism:  For writing to Traitors, to Austria?—­and tears it down.  Chappe had to escape, and get a new Legislative Decree.  Nevertheless he has accomplished it, the indefatigable Chappe:  this Far-writer, with its wooden arms and elbow-joints, can intelligibly signal; and lines of them are set up, to the North Frontiers and elsewhither.  On an Autumn evening of the Year Two, Far-writer having just written that Conde Town has surrendered to us, we send from Tuileries Convention Hall this response in the shape of Decree:  ’The name of Conde is changed to Nord-Libre, North-Free.  The Army