And thus has Sansculottism made prisoner its King; revoking his parole.  The Monarchy has fallen; and not so much as honourably:  no, ignominiously; with struggle, indeed, oft repeated; but then with unwise struggle; wasting its strength in fits and paroxysms; at every new paroxysm, foiled more pitifully than before.  Thus Broglie’s whiff of grapeshot, which might have been something, has dwindled to the pot-valour of an Opera Repast, and O Richard, O mon Roi.  Which again we shall see dwindle to a Favras’ Conspiracy, a thing to be settled by the hanging of one Chevalier.

Poor Monarchy!  But what save foulest defeat can await that man, who wills, and yet wills not?  Apparently the King either has a right, assertible as such to the death, before God and man; or else he has no right.  Apparently, the one or the other; could he but know which!  May Heaven pity him!  Were Louis wise he would this day abdicate.—­Is it not strange so few Kings abdicate; and none yet heard of has been known to commit suicide?  Fritz the First, of Prussia, alone tried it; and they cut the rope.

As for the National Assembly, which decrees this morning that it ’is inseparable from his Majesty,’ and will follow him to Paris, there may one thing be noted:  its extreme want of bodily health.  After the Fourteenth of July there was a certain sickliness observable among honourable Members; so many demanding passports, on account of infirm health.  But now, for these following days, there is a perfect murrian:  President Mounier, Lally Tollendal, Clermont Tonnere, and all Constitutional Two-Chamber Royalists needing change of air; as most No-Chamber Royalists had formerly done.

For, in truth, it is the second Emigration this that has now come; most extensive among Commons Deputies, Noblesse, Clergy:  so that ’to Switzerland alone there go sixty thousand.’  They will return in the day of accounts!  Yes, and have hot welcome.—­But Emigration on Emigration is the peculiarity of France.  One Emigration follows another; grounded on reasonable fear, unreasonable hope, largely also on childish pet.  The highflyers have gone first, now the lower flyers; and ever the lower will go down to the crawlers.  Whereby, however, cannot our National Assembly so much the more commodiously make the Constitution; your Two-Chamber Anglomaniacs being all safe, distant on foreign shores?  Abbe Maury is seized, and sent back again:  he, tough as tanned leather, with eloquent Captain Cazales and some others, will stand it out for another year.

But here, meanwhile, the question arises:  Was Philippe d’Orleans seen, this day, ‘in the Bois de Boulogne, in grey surtout;’ waiting under the wet sere foliage, what the day might bring forth?  Alas, yes, the Eidolon of him was,—­in Weber’s and other such brains.  The Chatelet shall make large inquisition into the matter, examining a hundred and seventy witnesses, and Deputy Chabroud publish his Report; but disclose nothing further.