Many things too, especially all diseased things, grow by shoots and fits.  The first grand fit and shooting forth of Sansculottism with that of Paris conquering its King; for Bailly’s figure of rhetoric was all-too sad a reality.  The King is conquered; going at large on his parole; on condition, say, of absolutely good behaviour,—­which, in these circumstances, will unhappily mean no behaviour whatever.  A quite untenable position, that of Majesty put on its good behaviour!  Alas, is it not natural that whatever lives try to keep itself living?  Whereupon his Majesty’s behaviour will soon become exceptionable; and so the Second grand Fit of Sansculottism, that of putting him in durance, cannot be distant.

Necker, in the National Assembly, is making moan, as usual about his Deficit:  Barriers and Customhouses burnt; the Tax-gatherer hunted, not hunting; his Majesty’s Exchequer all but empty.  The remedy is a Loan of thirty millions; then, on still more enticing terms, a Loan of eighty millions:  neither of which Loans, unhappily, will the Stockjobbers venture to lend.  The Stockjobber has no country, except his own black pool of Agio.

And yet, in those days, for men that have a country, what a glow of patriotism burns in many a heart; penetrating inwards to the very purse!  So early as the 7th of August, a Don Patriotique, ’a Patriotic Gift of jewels to a considerable extent,’ has been solemnly made by certain Parisian women; and solemnly accepted, with honourable mention.  Whom forthwith all the world takes to imitating and emulating.  Patriotic Gifts, always with some heroic eloquence, which the President must answer and the Assembly listen to, flow in from far and near:  in such number that the honourable mention can only be performed in ’lists published at stated epochs.’  Each gives what he can:  the very cordwainers have behaved munificently; one landed proprietor gives a forest; fashionable society gives its shoebuckles, takes cheerfully to shoe-ties.  Unfortunate females give what they ‘have amassed in loving.’  (Histoire Parlementaire, ii. 427.) The smell of all cash, as Vespasian thought, is good.

Beautiful, and yet inadequate!  The Clergy must be ‘invited’ to melt their superfluous Church-plate,—­in the Royal Mint.  Nay finally, a Patriotic Contribution, of the forcible sort, must be determined on, though unwillingly:  let the fourth part of your declared yearly revenue, for this once only, be paid down; so shall a National Assembly make the Constitution, undistracted at least by insolvency.  Their own wages, as settled on the 17th of August, are but Eighteen Francs a day, each man; but the Public Service must have sinews, must have money.  To appease the Deficit; not to ‘combler, or choke the Deficit,’ if you or mortal could!  For withal, as Mirabeau was heard saying, “it is the Deficit that saves us.”