their turn.  Founders of the Jacobins, they trembled before their own handiwork:—­they took refuge in the constitution which they themselves had dilapidated, and passed from the character of destructives to that of statesmen.  But for the first part there is only violence needed; for the second genius is required.  Barnave had talent only.  He had something more, however—­he had a heart, and he was a good man.  The first excesses of his language were in him but the excitements of the tribune; he was desirous of tasting the popular applause, and it was showered upon him beyond his real merit.  Hereafter it was not with Mirabeau he was about to measure his strength; it was with the Revolution in all its force.  Jealousy took from him the pedestal which it had lent, and he was about to appear as he really was.

III.

But a sentiment more noble than that of his personal safety impelled Barnave to side with the monarchical party.  His heart had passed before his ambition to the side of weakness, beauty, and misfortune.  Nothing is more dangerous than for a sensitive man to know those against whom he contends.  Hatred against the cause shrinks before the feeling for the persons.  We become partial unwittingly.  Sensibility disarms the understanding, and we soften instead of reasoning, whilst the sensitiveness of a commiserating man soon usurps the place of his opinion.

It was thus that Barnave’s mind was worked upon, after the return from Varennes.  The interest he had conceived for the queen had converted this young republican into a royalist.  Barnave had only previously known this princess through a cloud of prejudice, amid which parties enshroud those whom they wish to have detested.  A sudden communication caused this conventional atmosphere to dissipate, and he adored, when close, what he had calumniated at a distance.  The very character which fortune had cast for him in the destiny of this woman had something unexpected and romantic, capable of dazzling his lofty imagination, and deeply affecting his generous disposition.  Young, obscure, unknown but a few months before, and now celebrated, popular, and powerful—­thrown in the name of a sovereign assembly between the people and the king—­he became the protector of those whose enemy he had been.  Royal and suppliant hands met his plebeian touch!  He who opposed the popular royalty of talent and eloquence to the royalty of the blood of the Bourbons!  He covered with his body the life of those who had been his masters.  His very devotion was a triumph; the object of that devotion was in his queen.  That queen was young, handsome, majestic; but brought to the level of ordinary humanity by her alarm for her husband and his children.  Her tearful eyes besought their safety from Barnave’s eyes.  He was the leading orator in that Assembly which held the fate of the monarch in his house.  He was the favourite of that people whom he controlled