And who have been the perpetrators of, or advocates for, such universal devastation?  Philosophers, geometricians, astronomers—­a Condorcet, a Bailly, a Bishop of Autun, and a Doctor Priestley, and the last the worst.  The French had seen grievances, crying grievances! yet not under the good late King.  But what calamities or dangers threatened or had fallen on Priestley, but want of papal power, like his predecessor Calvin?  If you say his house was burnt -but did he intend the fire should blaze on that side of the street?  Your charity may believe him innocent, but your understanding does not.  Well!  I am glad to hear he is going to America; I hope he will not bring back scalping, even to that National Assembly of which he was proud of being elected a member!  I doubt if Cartouche would have thought it an honour.  It was stuck up in Lloyd’s coffeehouse lately, that the Duke of Orleans was named “Chef de la R`epublique.”  I thought it should be “Chef de la Lie publique.”

(848) Miss More had informed Walpole, that she was occupied in writing her “Remarks” on the atheistical speech of M. Dupont, made in the National Convention; and to which the Bishop of London had recommended her to put her name.-E.

(849) Manuel was deeply implicated in the massacres of 1792; in consequence of which he was nominated a deputy to the National Convention.  He resigned his seat in January 1793, and retired to Montargis, where he narrowly escaped assassination.  He was afterwards seized as a suspected person.  On being brought before the revolutionary tribunal, he reminded his judges of his services, and desired it might be engraved on his tombstone, that he had occasioned the events of the 10th of August.  He was guillotined in November 1793.-E.

(850) In the following July, Condorcet was accused of being an accomplice with Brissot, and, to save his life, concealed himself in the house of Madame Verney, where he remained eight months.  Having at length learned that death was denounced against all who harboured a proscribed individual, he fled in disguise from Paris.  He wandered about for some time, until, driven by hunger, he entered a small public-house at Clamar, where he was arrested as a suspicious person, and thrown into prison.  On the following morning, March 28, 1794, he was found dead on the floor of his room, having apparently swallowed poison, which he always carried about with him.-E.

Letter 402 To The Hon. H. S. Conway.  Strawberry Hill, June 13, 1793. (page 540)

I thank you much for all your information—­some parts made me smile:  yet, if what you heard of your brother proves true, I rather think it deplorable!  How can love of money, or the still vainer of all vanities, ambition of wearing a high but most insignificant office, which even poor Lord Salisbury could execute, tempt a very old man, who loves his ease and his own way, to stoop to wait like a footman behind a chair,