To remove this terror, (even if the Regicides should carry their point,) and to give us perfect repose with regard to their empire, whatever they may acquire, or whomsoever they might destroy, he raises a doubt “whether France will not be ruined by retaining these conquests, and whether she will not wholly lose that preponderance which she has held in the scale of European powers, and will not eventually be destroyed by the effect of her present successes, or, at least, whether, so far as the political interests of England are concerned, she [France] will remain an object of as much jealousy and alarm as she was under the reign of a monarch.”  Here, indeed, is a paragraph full of meaning!  It gives matter for meditation almost in every word of it.  The secret of the pacific politicians is out.  This republic, at all hazards, is to be maintained.  It is to be confined within some bounds, if we can; if not, with every possible acquisition of power, it is still to be cherished and supported.  It is the return of the monarchy we are to dread, and therefore we ought to pray for the permanence of the Regicide authority. Esto perpetua is the devout ejaculation of our Fra Paolo for the Republic one and indivisible.  It was the monarchy that rendered France dangerous:  Regicide neutralizes all the acrimony of that power, and renders it safe and social.  The October speculator is of opinion that monarchy is of so poisonous a quality that a moderate territorial power is far more dangerous to its neighbors under that abominable regimen than the greatest empire in the hands of a republic.  This is Jacobinism sublimed and exalted into most pure and perfect essence.  It is a doctrine, I admit, made to allure and captivate, if anything in the world can, the Jacobin Directory, to mollify the ferocity of Regicide, and to persuade those patriotic hangmen, after their reiterated oaths for our extirpation, to admit this well-humbled nation to the fraternal embrace.  I do not wonder that this tub of October has been racked off into a French cask.  It must make its fortune at Paris.  That translation seems the language the most suited to these sentiments.  Our author tells the French Jacobins, that the political interests of Great Britain are in perfect unison with the principles of their government,—­that they may take and keep the keys of the civilized world, for they are safe in their unambitious and faithful custody.  We say to them, “We may, indeed, wish you to be a little less murderous, wicked, and atheistical, for the sake of morals; we may think it were better you were less new-fangled in your speech, for the sake of grammar; but, as politicians, provided you keep clear of monarchy, all our fears, alarms, and jealousies are at an end:  at least, they sink into nothing in comparison of our dread of your detestable royalty.”  A flatterer of Cardinal Mazarin said, when that minister had just settled the match between the young Louis the Fourteenth