For the rest, in such circumstances, the Successive Loan, very naturally, remains unfilled; neither, indeed, can that impost of the Second Twentieth, at least not on ‘strict valuation,’ be levied to good purpose:  ‘Lenders,’ says Weber, in his hysterical vehement manner, ’are afraid of ruin; tax-gatherers of hanging.’  The very Clergy turn away their face:  convoked in Extraordinary Assembly, they afford no gratuitous gift (don gratuit),—­if it be not that of advice; here too instead of cash is clamour for States-General. (Lameth, Assemb.  Const.  (Introd.) p. 87.)

O Lomenie-Brienne, with thy poor flimsy mind all bewildered, and now ‘three actual cauteries’ on thy worn-out body; who art like to die of inflamation, provocation, milk-diet, dartres vives and maladie—­(best untranslated); (Montgaillard, i. 424.) and presidest over a France with innumerable actual cauteries, which also is dying of inflammation and the rest!  Was it wise to quit the bosky verdures of Brienne, and thy new ashlar Chateau there, and what it held, for this?  Soft were those shades and lawns; sweet the hymns of Poetasters, the blandishments of high-rouged Graces:  (See Memoires de Morellet.) and always this and the other Philosophe Morellet (nothing deeming himself or thee a questionable Sham-Priest) could be so happy in making happy:—­and also (hadst thou known it), in the Military School hard by there sat, studying mathematics, a dusky-complexioned taciturn Boy, under the name of:  Napoleon Bonaparte!—­With fifty years of effort, and one final dead-lift struggle, thou hast made an exchange!  Thou hast got thy robe of office,—­as Hercules had his Nessus’-shirt.

On the 13th of July of this 1788, there fell, on the very edge of harvest, the most frightful hailstorm; scattering into wild waste the Fruits of the Year; which had otherwise suffered grievously by drought.  For sixty leagues round Paris especially, the ruin was almost total.  (Marmontel, iv. 30.) To so many other evils, then, there is to be added, that of dearth, perhaps of famine.

Some days before this hailstorm, on the 5th of July; and still more decisively some days after it, on the 8th of August,—­Lomenie announces that the States-General are actually to meet in the following month of May.  Till after which period, this of the Plenary Court, and the rest, shall remain postponed.  Further, as in Lomenie there is no plan of forming or holding these most desirable States-General, ’thinkers are invited’ to furnish him with one,—­through the medium of discussion by the public press!

What could a poor Minister do?  There are still ten months of respite reserved:  a sinking pilot will fling out all things, his very biscuit-bags, lead, log, compass and quadrant, before flinging out himself.  It is on this principle, of sinking, and the incipient delirium of despair, that we explain likewise the almost miraculous ’invitation to thinkers.’  Invitation to Chaos to be so