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and Trianon Roses. These August days, are the Devils drove him? It is Monseigneur's they not worse than dog's days; worthy to be Heyduc: Monseigneur spoke three words in blotted out from all Almanacs ? Boehmer German to him, at the door of his Versailles and Bassange thou canst still see ; but only Hôtel; even handed him a slip of writing, "return from them swearing.". Nay, what which (some say, with borrowed Pencil, “ in new misery is this? Our tutelary Histrionic his red square cap”) he had managed to preCountess enters, distraction in her eyes ;t she pare on the way hither.* To Paris? To the has just been at Versailles; the Queen's Ma- Palais-Cardinal! The horse dies on reaching jesty, with a levity of caprice which we dare the stable; the Heyduc swoons on reaching not trust ourselves to characterize, declares the cabinet: but his slip of writing fell from plainly that she will deny ever having got the his hand; and I (says the Abbé Georgel) was Necklace; ever having had, with his Emi- there. The red Portfolio, containing all the nence any transaction whatsoever !-Mud- gilt Autographs, is burnt utterly, with much explosion without parallel in volcanic annals. else, before Breteuil can arrive for apposition -The Palais de Strasbourg appears to be be- of the seals !-Whereby Europe, in ringing set with spies; the Lamottes (for the Count, from side to side, must worry itself with guesstoo, is here) are packing up for Bur-sur-Aube. ing: and at this hour (on this paper) sees the The Sieur Boehmer, has he fallen insane? matter in such an interesting clear-obscure. Or into communication with Breteuil !
And so distractedly and distractively, to the Soon Count Cagliostro and his Seraphic oun all Discords in Nature, opens that Countess go to join Monseigneur, in State Fourth, final Scenic Exhibition, composed by Prison. In few days, follows Dame de LaDestiny.
motte (from Bar-sur-Aube); Demoiselle d'Oliva by and by (from Brussels); Villette-de-Retaus
from his Swiss retirement, in the taverns of CHAPTER XV.
Geneva. The Bastille opens its iron bosom to them all.
SCENE FOURTI: BY DESTINY.
It is Assumption-day, the 15th of August. Don thy pontificalia, Grand-Almoner; crush down these hideous temporalities out of sight.
CHAPTER LAST. In any case, smooth thy countenance into some sort of lofty-dissolute serene: thou hast a thing they call worshipping God to enact, Thus, then, the Diamond Necklace having, thyself the first actor.
on the one hand, vanished through the Horn The Grand-Almoner has done it. He is in Gate of Dreams, and so (under the pincers Versailles Cil de Hæuf Gallery ; where male of Nisus Lamotte and Euryalus Villette) lost and female Peerage, and all Noble France in its sublunary individuality and being; and, on gala, various and glorious as the rainbow, the other hand, all that trafficked in it, sitting waits only the signal to begin worshipping: now safe under lock and key, that justice may on the serene of his losty-dissolute counte- take cognisance of them,-our engagement in nance, there can nothing be read. By Hea- regard to the matter is on the point of terminatven! he is sent for to the Royal Apartment!
ing. That extraordinary Proces du Collier (NeckHe returns with the old lofty-dissolute look, lace Trial,) spinning itself through Nine other inscrutably serene: has his turn for favour ever-memorable Months, to the astonishment actually come, then? Those fifteen long of the hundred and eighty-seven assembled years of soul's travail are to be rewarded by Parliementiers, and of all Quidduncs, Journalà birth ?-Monsieur le Baron de Breteuil ists, Anecdotists, Satirists, in both Hemisissues ; great in his pride of place, in this the pheres, is, in every sense, a “Celebrated Tria!," crowning moment of his life. With one radi- and belongs to Publishers of such. How, by diant glance, Bretenil summons the Officer on innumerable confrontations and expiscatory Guard: with another, fixes Monseigneur: “De
questions, through entanglements, doublings, par le Roi, Monseigneur: you are arrested !. At and windings that fatigue eye and soul, this your risk, Officer!"-Curtains as of pitch most involute of Lies is finally winded off to black whirlwind envelope Monseigneur; whirl the scandalous-ridiculous cinder-heart of it, off with him,-10 outer darkness. Versailles let others relate. Gallery explodes aghast; as if Guy Fawkes's Plot had burst under it.“ The Queen's Ma- ble Months, till they terminate late at night
Meanwhile, during these Nine ever-memorajesty was weeping," whisper some. There
precisely with the May of 1786,+ how many will be no Assumption service; or such a
fugitive leaves," quizzical, imaginative, or one as was never celebrated since Assump- at least mendacious, were flying about in tion came in fashion.
Newspapers; or stitched together as PamEurope, then, shall ring with it from side to phlets; and what heaps of others were left xide !—But why rides that Heyduc as if all creeping in Manuscript, we shall not say:
having, indeed, no complete Collection of + Georgel.
them, and, what is more to the purpose, little to I This is Bette d'Ente ville's description of him; “A handsome man, of fifty; with high complexion ; hair
* Georgel. white-gray, and the front of the head bald : of high On ihe 31st of May, 1786, sentence was stature; carriage noble and easy, though burdened with nounced : about ten at night, the Cardinal 'got out of a certain degree of corpulency; who, I never dou the Bastille ; large mobs hurrahing round him,-out of was Monsieur de Rohan." (First Memoire Pour.) spleen to the Court. (See Georpel.)
do with such Collection. Nevertheless, search- | said, from of old, by the opposite party: 'AU ing for some fit Capital of the composite men are liars?' Do they not (and this nowise order, to adorn adequately the now finished in haste') whimperingly talk of one just singular Pillar of our Narrative, what can suit person,' (as they call him,) and of the remainus better than the following, so far as we know, ing thousand save one that take part with us? yet unedited,
So decided is our majority.”—(Applause.)
“Of the Scarlet Woman,-yes, Monseigneur, Occasional Discourse, by Count Alessandro Cagli- without offence,-of the Scarlet Woman that
ostro, Thnumaturgist, Prophet, and Arch-Quack; sits on Seven Hills, and her Black Jesuit Milidelivered in the Bastille : Year of Lucifer, 5789; tia, out foraging from Pole to Pole, I speak of the Hegira Mohammedan, ( from Mecca,) 1201; pot; for the story is too trite: nay, the Militia of the Hegira Cagliostric, (from Palermo,) 24; itself, as I see, begins to be disbanded, and inof the Vulgar Era, 1785.
valided, for a second treachery; treachery to
herself! Nor yet of Governments; for a like “ Fellow Scoundrels,-An unspeakable In
reason. Ambassadors, said an English puntrigue, spun from the soul of that Circe-Me- ster, lie abroad for their masters. Their masgæra, by our voluntary or involuntary help, ters, we answer, lie, at home, for themselves. has assembled us all, if not under one roof- Not of all this, nor of Courtship, (with its so tree, yet within one grim iron-bound ring-wall. universal Lovers' vows.) nor Courtiership, nor For an appointed number of months, in the Attorneyism, nor Public Oratory, and Selling ever-rolling flow of Time, we, being gathered by Auction, do I speak: I simply ask the gainfrom the four winds, did by Destiny work to sayer, Which is the particular trade, profesgether in body corporate; and, joint labourers sion, mystery, calling, or pursuit of the Sons in a Transaction already famed over the Globe: of Adam that they successfully manage in the obtain unity of Name, (like the Argonauts of other way? He cannot answer !-No: Phiold,) as Conquerors of the Diamond Necklace. Ere losophy itself, both practical and even specu. long it is done, (for ring-walls hold not captive lative, has, at length (after shamefullest gropthe free Scoundrel for ever:) and we disperse ing) stumbled on the plain conclusion that again, over wide terrestrial Space; some of Sham is indispensable to Reality, as Lying to us, it may be, over the very marches of Space. Living; that without Lying the whole busiOur Act hangs indissoluble together; floats ness of the world, from swaying of senates to wondrous in the older and older memory of selling of tapes, must explode into anarchic men : while we, little band of Scoundrels, who discords, and so a speedy conclusion ensue. saw each other, now hover so far asunder, to
“ But the grand problem, Fellow Scoundrels, see each other no more, if not once more only as you well know, is the marrying of Truth on the universal Doomsday, the last of the and Sham; so that they become one flesh, man Days!
and wife, and generate these three: Profit, « In such interesting moments, while we Pudding, and Respectability that always keeps stand within the verge of parting, and have her Gig. Wondrously, indeed, do Truth and not yet parted, methinks it were well here, in Delusion play into one another: Reality rests these sequestered Spaces, to institute a few on Dream. Truth is but the skin of the botgeneral reflections. Me, as a public speaker, tomless Untrue: and ever, from time to time, The Spirit of Masonry, of Philosophy, and the Untrue sher's it; is clear again; and the Philanthropy, and even of Prophecy (blowing superannuated True itself becomes a Fable. mysterious from the Land of Dreams) impels Thus do all hostile things crumble back into to do it. Give ear, O Fellow Scoundrels, to
our Empire; and of is increase there is no end. what the Spirit utters; treasure it in your
“O brothers, to think of the Speech withhearts, practise it in your lives.
out meaning, (which is mostly ours.) and of « Sitting here, penned up in this which (with the Speech wiin contrary meaning, (which is a slight metaphor) I call the Central Cloaca of Nature, where a tyranuical De Launay can Mankind in one solar day! Or call it a day
wholly ours) manufactured by the organs of forbid the bodily eye free vision, you with the of Jubilee, when public Dinners are given, mental eye see but the better. This Central and Dinner-orations are delivered: or say, a Cloaca, is it not rather a Heart, into which, Neighbouring Island in time of General Elecfrom all regions, mysterious conduits intro- tion? O ye immortal gods! The mind is lost; duce, and forcibly inject, whatsoever is choicest can only admire great Nature's plenievusness in the Scoundrelism of the Earth; there to with a kind of sacred wonder. be absorbed, or again (by the other auricle)
“For, tell me, What is the chief end of man? ejected into new circulation? Let the eye of "To glorify God,' said the old Christian Sect, the mind run along this immeasurable venous
now happily extinct. “To cat and find eataarterial system; and astound itself with the bles by the readiest method,' answers sound magnificent extent of Scoundreldom; the deep: Philosophy, discarding whims. If the readier I may say, unfathomable, significance of method (than this of persuasive-attraction) is Scoundrelism.
discovered,-point it out.-Breihren, I said the “Yes, brethren, wide as the Sun's range is old Christian Sect was happily extinct: as, inour Empire; wider than old Rome's in its deed, in Rome itself, there goes the wonderfulpalmiest era. I have in my time been far; in lest traditionary Prophecy," of that Nazareth frozen Muscovy, in hot Calabria, east, west, Christ coming back, and being crucified a wheresoever the sky overarches civilized man: second time there ; which truly I see not in the and never hitherto saw I myself an alien; out of Scoundreldom I never was. Is it not even * Goethe mentions it (Italianische Reise.)
least how he could fail to be. Nevertheless, bly-Jock !) The Arch-Quack, whose eyes were that old Christian whim, of an actual living turned inwards as in rapt contemplation, and ruling God, and some sacred covenant started at the titter and mutter: his eyes flashed binding all men in Him, with much other mys- outwards with dilated pupil ; his nostrils tic stuff, does, under new or old shape, linger opened wide; his very hair seemed to stir in with a few. From these few, keep yourselves its long twisted pigtails, (his fashion of curl;) for ever far! They must even be left to their and as Indignation is said to make Poetry, is whim, which is not like to prove infectious. here made Prophecy, or what sounded as such
“But neither are we, my Fellow Scoundrels, With terrible, working features, and gesticulawithout our Religion, our Worship; which, tion not recommended in any Book of Gesture, like the oldest, and all true Worships, is one the Arch-Quack, in voice supernally discordof Fear. The Christians have their Cross, ant (like Lions worrying Bulls of Bashan) the Moslem their Cresent: but have not we, began: loo, our-Gallows? Yes, infinitely terrible is “Sniff not, Dame de Lamotte; tremble, thou the Gallows; bestrides, with its patibulary foul Circe-Megåra: thy day of desolation is at fork, the Pit of bottomless Terror. No Mani- hand! Behold ye the Sanhedrim of Judges, cheans are we; our God is One. Great, ex- with their fanners (of written Parchment) ceeding great, I say, is the Gallows; of old, loud-rustling, as they winnow all her chaff, and even from the beginning, in this world; know- down-plumage, and she stands there naked ing neither variableness nor decadence; for and mean?-Villette, Oliva, do ye blab seever, for ever, over the wreck of ages, and all crets? Ye have no pity of her extreme need; civic and ecclesiastic convulsions, meal-mobs, she none of yours. Is thy light-giggling, un. revolutions, the Gallows with front serenely tamable heart at last heavy? Hark ye! terrible towers aloft. Fellow Scoundrels, fear Shrieks of one cast out; whom they brand on the Gallows, and have no other fear! This is both shoulders with iron stamp; the red hot the Law and the Prophets. Fear every ema- “ V," thou Voleuse, haih it entered thy soul ! nation of the Gallows. And what is every Weep, Circe de Lamolle; wail there in truckle butset, with the fist, or even with the tongue, of bed, and hysterically gnash thy teeth: nay, do, one having authority, but some such emana- smother thyself in thy door-mat coverlid ; thou lion. And what is Force of Public Opinion hast found thy mates; thou art in the Sal. but the infinitude of such emanations,-rush-pêtrière !-Weep, daughter of the high and ing combined on you like a mighty storm- puissant Sans-inexpressibles ! Buzz of Pariwind? Fear the Gallows, I say! O when, sian Gossipry is about thee; but not to help with its long black arm, it has clutched a man, thee: no, to eat before thy time. What shall what avail him all terrestrial things? These a King's Court do with thee, thou unclean pass away, with horrid nameless dinning in thing, while thou yet livest? Escape! Flee his ears; and the ill-starred Scoundrel pendu- to utmost countries; hide there, is thou canst, lates between Heaven and Earth, a thing re- thy mark of Cain !-In the Babylon of Fogjected of both.”—(Profound sensation.) land! Ha! is that my London? See I Judas
“Such, so wide in compass, high, gállows. Iscariot Egalité ? Print, yea print abundantly high in dignity, is the Scoundrel Empire; and the abominations of your two hearts : breath for depth, it is deeper than the Foundations of of rattlesnakes can bedim the steel mirror, but the World. For what was Creation itself only for a time.-And there! Ay, there at wholly (according to the best Philosophers) last! Tumblest thou from the losty leads, but a Divulsion by the Time-Spirit, (or Devil poverty-stricken, O thriftless daughter of the so-called ;) a forceful Interruption, or breaking high and puissant, escaping bailiffs ? Desasunder, of the old Quiescence of Eternity ? cendest thou precipitate, in dead night, from It was Lucifer that sell, and made this lordly window in the third story: hurled forth by World arise. Deep? It is bottomless-deep; Bacchanals, to whom thy shrill tongue had the very Thought, diving, bobs up from it grown unbearable ?* Yea, through the smoke baffled. Is not this that they call Vice of Ly- of that new Babylon thou fallesi headlong; ing the Adum-Kadmon, or primeval Rude-Ele- one long scream of screams makes night ment, old as Chaos mother's-womb of Death hideous: thou liest there, shattered like addle and Hell; whereon their thin film of Virtue, egg, ‘nigh to the Temple of Flora ! O LaTruth, and the like, poorly wavers—for a day? motte, has thy Hypocrisia ended, then? Thy All Virtue, what is it, even by their own show-many characiers were all acted. Here at last ing, but Vice transformed,—that is, manufac- thou actest not, but art what thou seemest: a tured, rendered artificial ? •Man's Vices are mangled squelch of gore, confusion, and the roots from which his Virtues grow out and abomination; which men huddle underground, see the lighi,' says one: “Yes,' add I, and with no burial stone. Thou gallows-carthanklessly steal their nourishment!' Were rion !"it not for the nine hundred ninety and nine - Here the prophet turned up his nose, (the unacknowledged (perhaps martyred and ca- broadest of the eighteenth century,) and opened lumniated) Scoundrels, how were their single Just Person (with a murrain on him!) so much * The English Translator of Lamotte's Life says, she as possible ?-Oh, it is high, high : these things fell from the leads of her house, nigh the Temple of are too great for me; Intellect, Imagination, Flora, endeavouring to escape seizure for debt; and was
taken up so much hurt that she died in consequence. flags her tired wings; the soul lost, baffled'
Another report runs that she was flung out of window, -Here Dame de Lamotte tittered audibly, as in the Cagliostric text, One way or other she did and muttered, Coq-d’- Inde, (which, being inter- die, on the 23d of August, 1791 (Biographie Universelle, preted into the Scottish tongue, signifies Bub- ore 1987. Where the "Temple of Flora” was, or is, wide his nostrils with such a greatness of dis- POSTURE waver? Burst there, in starıy sheen, gust, that all the audience, even Lamotte her- updarting, Light-rays from out its dark founself, sympathetically imitated him —“ O Dame dations; as it rocks and heaves, not in travailde Lamotte! Dame de Lamotte! Now, when throes, but in death-throes? Yea, Light-rays, the circle of thy existence lies coinplete: and piercing, clear, that salute the Heavens,-lo, my eye glances over these two score and three they kindle it; their starry clearness becomes as years that were lent thee, to do evil as thou red Hellfire! IMPOSTURE is burnt up; one Redcouldst; and I behold thee a bright-eyed little sea of Fire, wild-billowing enwraps the World; Tatterdemalion, begging and gaihering sticks with its fire-tongue licks at the Stars. Thrones in the Bois de Boulogne; and also at length a are hurled into it, and Dubois Mitres, and Presquelched Putrefaction, here on London pave- bendal Stalls that drop fatness, and-ha! what ments; with the headdressings and hungerings, see I ?-all the Gigs of Creation : all, all! Wo the gaddings and hysterical gigglings that is me! Never since Pharaoh's Chariots, in came between,- What shall I say was the the Red.sea of water, was there wreck of meaning of thee at all?
Wheel-vehicles like this in the Sea of Fire. “ Villetle-de-Retaux! Have the catchpoles Desolate, as ashes, as gases, shall they wander trepanned thee, by sham of battle, in thy Ta. in the wind. vern, from the sacred Republican soil.* It is “Higher, higher, yet flames the Fire-Sea; thou that wert the hired Forger of Hand-crackling with new dislocated timber; hissing writings? Thou wilt consess it? Depart, un- with leather and prunella. The metal Images whipt, yet accursed.-Ha! The dread Symbol are molten; the marble Images become morof our Faith? Swings aloft, on the Castle of tar-lime; the stone Mountains sulkily explode. St. Angelo, a Pendulous Mass, which I think I RESPECTABILITY, with all her collected Gigs discern to be the body of Villette! There let inflamed for funeral pyre, wailing, leaves the him end; the sweet morsel of our Juggernaut. Earth,—to return under new Avatar. Impos
“Nay, weep not thou, disconsolate Oliva; ture, how it burns, through generations: how blear not thy bright blue eyes, daughter of the it is burnt up-for a time. The World is black shady Garden! Thee shall the Sanhedrim ashes; which-when will they grow green? not harm: this Cloaca of Nature emits thee; The Images all run into amorphous Corinthian as notablest of unfortunate-females, thou shalt brass; all Dwellings of men destroyed; the have choice of husbands not without capital; very mountains peeled and riven, the valleys and accept one.f Know this, for the vision black and dead: it is an empty World! Wo of it is true.
to them that shall be born then!
-A King, a
Queen, (ah me!) were hurled in ; did rustle “ But the Anointed Majesty whom ye pro- once; flew alost, crackling, like paper-scroll. faned? Blow, spirit of Egyptian Masonry, Oliva's Husband was hurled in ; Iscariot Ega. blow aside the thick curtains of Space! Lo lité; thou grim De Launay, with thy grim Basyou, her eyes are red with their first lears of tille; whole kindreds and peoples; five millions pure bitterness; not with their last. Tirewo- of mutually destroying Men. For it is the man Campan is choosing, from the Printshops End of the Dominion of IMPOSTURE (which is of the Quais, the reputed-best among the Darkness and opaque Firedamp; and the burnhundred likenesses of Circe de Lamotte :^ a ing up, with unquenchable fire, of all the Gigs Queen shall consider if the basest of women that are in the Earth!”—Here the Prophet ever, by any accident, darkened daylight or paused, fetching a deep sigh; and the Cardinal candle-light for the highest. The Portrait uttered a kind of faint, tremulous Hem! answers: Never!'-(Sensation in the audi- "Mourn not, O Monseigneur, spite of thy ence.)
nephritic cholic, and many infirmities. For “ – Ha! What is this? Angels, Uriel, Ana- thee mercifully it was not unto death.* 0 chiel, and the other Five; Pentagon of Re- Monseigneur, (for thou hadst a touch of goodjuvenescene; Power that destroyed Original ness) who would not weep over thee, if he Sin; Earth, Heaven, and thou Outer Limbo, also laughed? Behold! The not too judicious which men name Hell! Does the EMPIRE OF IM- Historian, that long years hence, amid remotest
wilderness, writes thy Life, and names thee * See Georgel, and Villette's Mémoire.
Mud-volcano; even he shall reflect that it was Afaire du Collier is this Ms. Note: "Gay d'Oliva, a thy Life this same; thy only chance through common-girl of the Palais-Royal, who was chosen to whole Eternity; which thou (poor gambler) afterwards, to one Beausire, an Ex-Noble, formerly hast expended so: and, even over his hará attached 10 the d’Artois Household. In 1790, he was heart, a breath of dewy pity for thee shall Captain of the National Guard Company of the Temple, blow.-0 Monseigneur, thou wert not all ignoHe then retired to Choisy, and managed to be named Procureur of that Commune : he finally employed him-ble: thy Mud-volcano was but strength disself in drawing up Lists of Proscription in the Luxem- located, fire misapplied. Thou wentest ravenbourg Prison, when he played the part of informer, ing through the world; no Life-elixir or Stone pierre." These details are correct. In the Mémoires of the Wise could we two (for want of funds) sur les Prisons, (new Title of the Book just referred 10,) discover: a foulest Circe undertook to fatten fi. 171, we find this : Beausire, an Ex-Noble, known under the old govern- thee; and thou hadst to fill thy belly with the ment for his intrigues. To give an idea of him, it is east wind. And burst? By the Masonry of enough to say that he married the d'Oliva," &c., as in the MS. Note already given. Finally is added : “He * Rohan was elected of the Constituent Assembly; was the main spy of Boyenval ; who, however, said that and even got a compliment or two in it, as Court-victiin, he made use of him; but that Fouquier-Tinville did not from here and there a man of weak judgment. He was like him, and would have him guillotined in good one of the first who, recalcitrating against “Civil Con. Enoch. No! Behold has not thy Jesuit / whither? By-standers wag their heads, and Familiar his Scouts dim-flying over the deep say; «The Brow of Brass, behold how it has of human things ? Cleared art thou of crime, goi all unlackered; these Pinch beck lips can save that, of fixed-idea; weepest, a repentant lie no more! Eheu! Ohoo !”-and he burst exile, in the Mountains of Auvergne. Neither into unstanchable blubbering of tears; and shall the Red Fire-sea itself consume thee; sobbing out the moanfullest broken howl, sank only consume thy Gig, and, instead of Gig down in swoon; to be put to bed by De Launay (0 rich exchange!) restore thy Self. Safe be- and others. yond the Rhine-stream, thou livest peaceful Thus spoke (or thus might have spoken) days; savest many from the fire, and anointest and prophesied, the Arch-quack Cagliostro; their smarting burns. Sleep finally, in thy and truly much better than he ever else did : mother's bosom, in a good old age !"-The for not a jot or tittle of it (save only that of Cardinal gave a sort of guttural murmur, or our promised Interview with Nestor de Lagurgle, which ended in a long sigh.
stitution of the Clergy," &c., took himself across be I see Campan.
molie, which looks unlikelier than ever, for “O Horrors, as ye shall be called,” again we have not heard of him, dead or living, since burst forth the Quack, “why have ye missed 1826,) but he has turned out to be literally true. the Sieur de Lamotte; why not of him, too, As, indeed, in all his History, one jot or title made gallows-carrion? Will spear, or sword- of untruth, that we could render true, is, perstick, thrust at him, (or supposed to be thrust,) haps, not discoverable; much as the distrustthrough window of hackney-coach, in Pic- ful reader may have disbelieved. cadilly of the Babylon of Fog, where he jolts Here, then, our little labour ends. The Neckdisconsolate, not let out the imprisoned animal lace was, and is no more: the stones of it again existence ? Is he poisoned, too ?"* Poison circulate in commerce" (some of them perwill not kill the Sieur Lamotte; nor steel, nor haps, in Rundle's at this hour;) may give rise to massacres. Let him drag his utterly super- what other Histories we know not. The Confluous life to a second and a third generation ; querors of it, every one that trafficked in it, and even admit the not too judicious Historian have they not all had their due, which was to see his face before he die.
Death ? “But, ha!” cried he, and stood wide-staring, This little Business, like a little cloud, horror struck, as if some Cribb's fist had bodied itself forth in skies clear to the unobo knocked the wind out of him: “O horror of servant: but with such hues of deep-linted horrors! Is it not Myself I see ? Roman In- villany, dissoluteness, and general delirium, as quisition! Long months of cruel baiting! to the observant, betokened it electric; and Life of Giuseppe Balsamo! Cagliostro's Body wise men (a Goethe, for example) boded still lying in St. Leo Castle, his Self fled — Earthquakes. Has not the Earthquakes come!
MEMOIRS OF MIRABEAU.*
[LONDON AND WESTMINSTER Review, 1837.
A PROVERB says,
“ The house that is a work which our world witnesses,-the Life of building looks not as the house that is built,” what we call an Original Man. Such a man Environed with rubbish and mortar-heaps with is one not made altogether by the common scaffold-poles, hodmen, dust-clouds, some ru- pattern; one whose phases and goings forth diments only of that thing that is to be, can, cannot be prophesied of, even approximately; to the most observant, disclose themselves though, indeed, by their very newness and through the mean tumult of the thing that hither- strangeness they most of all provoke prophecy. to is. How true is this same with regard to all A man of this kind, while he lives on earth, is works and facts whatsoever in our world; em- "unfolding himself out of nothing into somephatically true in regard to the highest fact and thing,” surely under very complex conditions:
See Lamotte's Narrative, (Mémoires Justificatifs.) out of 300 livres, having asked him to dinner for that
+ Lamotte, after his wife's death, had returned to purpose. The wretched Cuissa, whom they had in Paris; and been arrested--not for building churches. Their power, and who lost his life that night, answered, The Sentence of the old Parlement against him, in re-all trembling, that he remembered the fact well, gard to the Necklace business, he gets annulled by the but could not say what had become of the prisoner. new Courts; but is, nevertheless, “retained in contine-Resolute to find ihis Lamotte and confront him with ment," (Moniteur Newspaper, 7th August, 1782.) He Cuissa, they ascended into other rooms, and made furwas still in Prison at the time the September Massacre ther rummaging there; but apparenily without effect, broke out. From Maton de la Varenne we cite the fol- for I heard them say to one another: "Come, search lowing grim passage : Maton is in La Force Prison. among the corpses, then for, Nom de Dieu ! we must
"At one in the morning,". (of Monday, September 3,) | know what is become of him." (Ma Resurrection, par writes Maton, “the grate that led to our quarter was Maton de la Varenne; reprinted in the Histoire Parleagain opened. Four men in uniform, holding cach a mentaire, xviii. 112.) - Lamotte lay in the Bicêtre naked sabre and blazing torch, mounted to our corridor; Prison; but had got out, precisely in the nick of time, a turnkey showing the way; and entered a room close and dived beyond soundings. on ours, to investigate a box, which they broke open. Mémoires biographiques, litteraires, et politiques, de This done, they halted in the gallery ; and began inter- Mirabeau ; écrits parlui-même, par son Père Oncle, et son rogating one Cuissa, to know where Lamotte was; Fils Adoptif (Memoirs, biographical, literary, and politiwho, they said, under a pretext of finding a treasure, cal, of Mirabeau: written by himself, by his be ther, bis which they should share in, bad swindled one of them Uncle, and his Adopted son.) Svols. 8vo, Paris, 1834–30.