At this juncture, Robespierre was earnestly entreated by one of his more resolute adherents, St Just, to play a bold game for the dictatorship, which he represented as the only means of saving the Republic from anarchy.  Anonymous letters to the same effect also poured in upon him; and prognostics of his greatness, uttered by an obscure fortune-teller, were listened to by the great demagogue with something like superstitious respect.  But for this personal elevation he was not prepared.  Pacing up and down his apartment, and striking his forehead with his hand, he candidly acknowledged that he was not made for power; while the bare idea of doing anything to endanger the Republic amounted, in his mind, to a species of sacrilege.  At this crisis in his fate, therefore, he temporised:  he sought peace, if not consolation, in solitude.  He took long walks in the woods, where he spent hours seated on the ground, or leaning against a tree, his face buried in his hands, or earnestly bent on the surrounding natural objects.  What was the precise tenor of his meditations, it would be deeply interesting to know.  Did the great promoter of the Revolution ponder on the failure of his aspirations after a state of human perfectibility?  Was he torn by remorse on seeing rise up, in imagination, the thousands of innocent individuals whom, in vindication of a theory, he had consigned to an ignominious and violent death, yet whose removal had, politically speaking, proved altogether fruitless?

It is the more general belief, that in these solitary rambles Robespierre was preparing an oration, which, as he thought, should silence all his enemies, and restore him to parliamentary favour.  A month was devoted to this rhetorical effort; and, unknown to him, during that interval all parties coalesced, and adopted the resolution to treat his oration when it came with contempt, and, at all hazards, to have him proscribed.  The great day came, July 26 (8th Thermidor), 1794.  His speech, which he read from a paper, was delivered in his best style—­in vain.  It was followed by yells and hootings; and, with dismay, he retired to the Jacobins, to deliver it over again—­as if to seek support among a more subservient audience.  Next day, on entering the Convention, he was openly accused by Tallien and Billaud-Varennes of aspiring to despotic power.  A scene of tumult ensued, and, amid cries of Down with the tyrant! a writ for his committal to prison was drawn out.  It must be considered a fine trait in the character of Robespierre the younger, that he begged to be included in the same decree of proscription with his brother.  This wish was readily granted; and St Just, Couthon (who had lost the use of his legs, and was always carried about in an arm-chair), and Le Bas, were added to the number of the proscribed.  Rescued, however, from the gendarmes by an insurrectionary force, headed by Henriot, Robespierre and his colleagues were conducted in triumph to the Hotel de Ville.