On the first Saturday of May, it is gala at Versailles; and Monday, fourth of the month, is to be a still greater day.  The Deputies have mostly got thither, and sought out lodgings; and are now successively, in long well-ushered files, kissing the hand of Majesty in the Chateau.  Supreme Usher de Breze does not give the highest satisfaction:  we cannot but observe that in ushering Noblesse or Clergy into the anointed Presence, he liberally opens both his folding-doors; and on the other hand, for members of the Third Estate opens only one!  However, there is room to enter; Majesty has smiles for all.

The good Louis welcomes his Honourable Members, with smiles of hope.  He has prepared for them the Hall of Menus, the largest near him; and often surveyed the workmen as they went on.  A spacious Hall:  with raised platform for Throne, Court and Blood-royal; space for six hundred Commons Deputies in front; for half as many Clergy on this hand, and half as many Noblesse on that.  It has lofty galleries; wherefrom dames of honour, splendent in gaze d’or; foreign Diplomacies, and other gilt-edged white-frilled individuals to the number of two thousand,—­may sit and look.  Broad passages flow through it; and, outside the inner wall, all round it.  There are committee-rooms, guard-rooms, robing-rooms:  really a noble Hall; where upholstery, aided by the subject fine-arts, has done its best; and crimson tasseled cloths, and emblematic fleurs-de-lys are not wanting.

The Hall is ready:  the very costume, as we said, has been settled; and the Commons are not to wear that hated slouch-hat (chapeau clabaud), but one not quite so slouched (chapeau rabattu).  As for their manner of working, when all dressed:  for their ‘voting by head or by order’ and the rest,—­this, which it were perhaps still time to settle, and in few hours will be no longer time, remains unsettled; hangs dubious in the breast of Twelve Hundred men.

But now finally the Sun, on Monday the 4th of May, has risen;—­unconcerned, as if it were no special day.  And yet, as his first rays could strike music from the Memnon’s Statue on the Nile, what tones were these, so thrilling, tremulous of preparation and foreboding, which he awoke in every bosom at Versailles!  Huge Paris, in all conceivable and inconceivable vehicles, is pouring itself forth; from each Town and Village come subsidiary rills; Versailles is a very sea of men.  But above all, from the Church of St. Louis to the Church of Notre-Dame:  one vast suspended-billow of Life,—­with spray scattered even to the chimney-pots!  For on chimney-tops too, as over the roofs, and up thitherwards on every lamp-iron, sign-post, breakneck coign of vantage, sits patriotic Courage; and every window bursts with patriotic Beauty:  for the Deputies are gathering at St. Louis Church; to march in procession to Notre-Dame, and hear sermon.