was ripening and whitening so rapidly of late; and now it is grown white, and is reaped rapidly, as it were, in one day.  Reaped, in this Reign of Terror; and carried home, to Hades and the Pit!—­Unhappy Sons of Adam:  it is ever so; and never do they know it, nor will they know it.  With cheerfully smoothed countenances, day after day, and generation after generation, they, calling cheerfully to one another, “Well-speed-ye,” are at work, sowing the wind.  And yet, as God lives, they shall reap the whirlwind:  no other thing, we say, is possible,—­since God is a Truth and His World is a Truth.

History, however, in dealing with this Reign of Terror, has had her own difficulties.  While the Phenomenon continued in its primary state, as mere ‘Horrors of the French Revolution,’ there was abundance to be said and shrieked.  With and also without profit.  Heaven knows there were terrors and horrors enough:  yet that was not all the Phenomenon; nay, more properly, that was not the Phenomenon at all, but rather was the shadow of it, the negative part of it.  And now, in a new stage of the business, when History, ceasing to shriek, would try rather to include under her old Forms of speech or speculation this new amazing Thing; that so some accredited scientific Law of Nature might suffice for the unexpected Product of Nature, and History might get to speak of it articulately, and draw inferences and profit from it; in this new stage, History, we must say, babbles and flounders perhaps in a still painfuller manner.  Take, for example, the latest Form of speech we have seen propounded on the subject as adequate to it, almost in these months, by our worthy M. Roux, in his Histoire Parlementaire.  The latest and the strangest:  that the French Revolution was a dead-lift effort, after eighteen hundred years of preparation, to realise—­the Christian Religion! (Hist.  Parl.  Introd., i. 1 et seqq.) Unity, Indivisibility, Brotherhood or Death did indeed stand printed on all Houses of the Living; also, on Cemeteries, or Houses of the Dead, stood printed, by order of Procureur Chaumette, Here is eternal Sleep:  (Deux Amis, xii. 78.) but a Christian Religion realised by the Guillotine and Death-Eternal, ‘is suspect to me,’ as Robespierre was wont to say, ‘m’est suspecte.’

Alas, no, M. Roux!  A Gospel of Brotherhood, not according to any of the Four old Evangelists, and calling on men to repent, and amend each his own wicked existence, that they might be saved; but a Gospel rather, as we often hint, according to a new Fifth Evangelist Jean-Jacques, calling on men to amend each the whole world’s wicked existence, and be saved by making the Constitution.  A thing different and distant toto coelo, as they say:  the whole breadth of the sky, and further if possible!—­It is thus, however, that History, and indeed all human Speech and Reason does yet, what Father Adam began life by doing:  strive to name the new Things it sees of Nature’s producing,—­often helplessly enough.