In such extraordinary manner does dead Catholicism somerset and caper, skilfully galvanised.  For, does the reader inquire into the subject-matter of controversy in this case; what the difference between Orthodoxy or My-doxy and Heterodoxy or Thy-doxy might here be?  My-doxy is that an august National Assembly can equalize the extent of Bishopricks; that an equalized Bishop, his Creed and Formularies being left quite as they were, can swear Fidelity to King, Law and Nation, and so become a Constitutional Bishop.  Thy-doxy, if thou be Dissident, is that he cannot; but that he must become an accursed thing.  Human ill-nature needs but some Homoiousian iota, or even the pretence of one; and will flow copiously through the eye of a needle:  thus always must mortals go jargoning and fuming,

     And, like the ancient Stoics in their porches
     With fierce dispute maintain their churches.

This Auto-da-fe of Saint-Huruge’s was on the Fourth of May, 1791.  Royalty sees it; but says nothing.

Chapter 2.4.III.

Count Fersen.

Royalty, in fact, should, by this time, be far on with its preparations.  Unhappily much preparation is needful:  could a Hereditary Representative be carried in leather vache, how easy were it!  But it is not so.

New clothes are needed, as usual, in all Epic transactions, were it in the grimmest iron ages; consider ’Queen Chrimhilde, with her sixty semstresses,’ in that iron Nibelungen Song!  No Queen can stir without new clothes.  Therefore, now, Dame Campan whisks assiduous to this mantua-maker and to that:  and there is clipping of frocks and gowns, upper clothes and under, great and small; such a clipping and sewing, as might have been dispensed with.  Moreover, her Majesty cannot go a step anywhither without her Necessaire; dear Necessaire, of inlaid ivory and rosewood; cunningly devised; which holds perfumes, toilet-implements, infinite small queenlike furnitures:  Necessary to terrestrial life.  Not without a cost of some five hundred louis, of much precious time, and difficult hoodwinking which does not blind, can this same Necessary of life be forwarded by the Flanders Carriers,—­never to get to hand.  (Campan, ii. c. 18.) All which, you would say, augurs ill for the prospering of the enterprise.  But the whims of women and queens must be humoured.

Bouille, on his side, is making a fortified Camp at Montmedi; gathering Royal-Allemand, and all manner of other German and true French Troops thither, ‘to watch the Austrians.’  His Majesty will not cross the Frontiers, unless on compulsion.  Neither shall the Emigrants be much employed, hateful as they are to all people. (Bouille, Memoires, ii. c. 10.) Nor shall old war-god Broglie have any hand in the business; but solely our brave Bouille; to whom, on the day of meeting, a Marshal’s Baton shall be delivered, by a rescued King, amid the shouting