Nay in few months, it does burst up once more, but once only:—­blown upon by Pitt, by our Ci-devant Puisaye of Calvados, and others.  In the month of July 1795, English Ships will ride in Quiberon roads.  There will be debarkation of chivalrous Ci-devants, of volunteer Prisoners-of-war—­eager to desert; of fire-arms, Proclamations, clothes-chests, Royalists and specie.  Whereupon also, on the Republican side, there will be rapid stand-to-arms; with ambuscade marchings by Quiberon beach, at midnight; storming of Fort Penthievre; war-thunder mingling with the roar of the nightly main; and such a morning light as has seldom dawned; debarkation hurled back into its boats, or into the devouring billows, with wreck and wail;—­in one word, a Ci-devant Puisaye as totally ineffectual here as he was in Calvados, when he rode from Vernon Castle without boots. (Deux Amis, xiv. 94-106; Puisaye, Memoires, iii-vii.)

Again, therefore, it has cost the lives of many a brave man.  Among whom the whole world laments the brave Son of Sombreuil.  Ill-fated family!  The father and younger son went to the guillotine; the heroic daughter languishes, reduced to want, hides her woes from History:  the elder son perishes here; shot by military tribunal as an Emigrant; Hoche himself cannot save him.  If all wars, civil and other, are misunderstandings, what a thing must right-understanding be!

Chapter 3.7.IV.

Lion not dead.

The Convention, borne on the tide of Fortune towards foreign Victory, and driven by the strong wind of Public Opinion towards Clemency and Luxury, is rushing fast; all skill of pilotage is needed, and more than all, in such a velocity.

Curious to see, how we veer and whirl, yet must ever whirl round again, and scud before the wind.  If, on the one hand, we re-admit the Protesting Seventy-Three, we, on the other hand, agree to consummate the Apotheosis of Marat; lift his body from the Cordeliers Church, and transport it to the Pantheon of Great Men,—­flinging out Mirabeau to make room for him.  To no purpose:  so strong blows Public Opinion!  A Gilt Youthhood, in plaited hair-tresses, tears down his Busts from the Theatre Feydeau; tramples them under foot; scatters them, with vociferation into the Cesspool of Montmartre. (Moniteur, du 25 Septembre 1794, du 4 Fevrier 1795.) Swept is his Chapel from the Place du Carrousel; the Cesspool of Montmartre will receive his very dust.  Shorter godhood had no divine man.  Some four months in this Pantheon, Temple of All the Immortals; then to the Cesspool, grand Cloaca of Paris and the World!  ‘His Busts at one time amounted to four thousand.’  Between Temple of All the Immortals and Cloaca of the World, how are poor human creatures whirled!

Furthermore the question arises, When will the Constitution of Ninety-three, of 1793, come into action?  Considerate heads surmise, in all privacy, that the Constitution of Ninety-three will never come into action.  Let them busy themselves to get ready a better.