Foreign Courts interfere in this Trial of Louis; Spain, England:  not to be listened to; though they come, as it were, at least Spain comes, with the olive-branch in one hand, and the sword without scabbard in the other.  But at home too, from out of this circumambient Paris and France, what influences come thick-pulsing!  Petitions flow in; pleading for equal justice, in a reign of so-called Equality.  The living Patriot pleads;—­O ye National Deputies, do not the dead Patriots plead?  The Twelve Hundred that lie in cold obstruction, do not they plead; and petition, in Death’s dumb-show, from their narrow house there, more eloquently than speech?  Crippled Patriots hop on crutches round the Salle de Manege, demanding justice.  The Wounded of the Tenth of August, the Widows and Orphans of the Killed petition in a body; and hop and defile, eloquently mute, through the Hall:  one wounded Patriot, unable to hop, is borne on his bed thither, and passes shoulder-high, in the horizontal posture. (Hist.  Parl. xxii. 131; Moore, &c.) The Convention Tribune, which has paused at such sight, commences again,—­droning mere Juristic Oratory.  But out of doors Paris is piping ever higher.  Bull-voiced St. Huruge is heard; and the hysteric eloquence of Mother Duchesse:  ‘Varlet, Apostle of Liberty,’ with pike and red cap, flies hastily, carrying his oratorical folding-stool.  Justice on the Traitor! cries all the Patriot world.  Consider also this other cry, heard loud on the streets:  “Give us Bread, or else kill us!” Bread and Equality; Justice on the Traitor, that we may have Bread!

The Limited or undecided Patriot is set against the Decided.  Mayor Chambon heard of dreadful rioting at the Theatre de la Nation:  it had come to rioting, and even to fist-work, between the Decided and the Undecided, touching a new Drama called Ami des Lois (Friend of the Laws).  One of the poorest Dramas ever written; but which had didactic applications in it; wherefore powdered wigs of Friends of Order and black hair of Jacobin heads are flying there; and Mayor Chambon hastens with Santerre, in hopes to quell it.  Far from quelling it, our poor Mayor gets so ‘squeezed,’ says the Report, and likewise so blamed and bullied, say we,—­that he, with regret, quits the brief Mayoralty altogether, ‘his lungs being affected.’  This miserable Amis des Lois is debated of in the Convention itself; so violent, mutually-enraged, are the Limited Patriots and the Unlimited. (Hist.  Parl. xxiii. 31, 48, &c.)

Between which two classes, are not Aristocrats enough, and Crypto-Aristocrats, busy?  Spies running over from London with important Packets; spies pretending to run!  One of these latter, Viard was the name of him, pretended to accuse Roland, and even the Wife of Roland; to the joy of Chabot and the Mountain.  But the Wife of Roland came, being summoned, on the instant, to the Convention Hall; came, in her high clearness; and, with few clear words, dissipated this