The French Revolution : a history . agerstealing grave, in Paris his birth-city: all morta:ls pro-cessioning and perorating there; cars drawn by eightwhite horses, goadsters in classical costume, with filletsand wheat-ears enough ;—though the weather is of thewettest.^ Evangelist Jean Jacques too, as is most proper,must be dug up from Ermenonville, and processioned,with pomp, with sensibility, to the Pantheon of theFatherland. He and others: while again Mirabeau,we say, is cast forth from it, happily incapable of beingi^^placed ; and rests now, irrecognisable, reburied hastilyat dead of night
The French Revolution : a history . agerstealing grave, in Paris his birth-city: all morta:ls pro-cessioning and perorating there; cars drawn by eightwhite horses, goadsters in classical costume, with filletsand wheat-ears enough ;—though the weather is of thewettest.^ Evangelist Jean Jacques too, as is most proper,must be dug up from Ermenonville, and processioned,with pomp, with sensibility, to the Pantheon of theFatherland. He and others: while again Mirabeau,we say, is cast forth from it, happily incapable of beingi^^placed ; and rests now, irrecognisable, reburied hastilyat dead of night in the central part of the ChurchyardSainte-Catherine, in the Suburb Saint-Marceau, to bedisturbed no farther. So blazes out, far-seen, a Mans Life, and becomesasheS and a caput mortuum, in this World-Pyre, whichwe name French Revolution: not the first that con- [Trombones first came into prominent notice in this procession.—Ed.]??^ Moniteur, du 13 Juillet 1791. Ibid., du 18 Septembre 1794. See also du 30 Aoflt, etc., ^0 J >5 APR1L4, I79I] DEATH OF MIRABEAU i73 sumed itself there ; nor, by thousands and many millions,the last! A man who had swallowed all formulas ;who, in these strange times and circumstances, felt calledto live Titanically, and also to die so. As he, for hispart, had swallowed all formulas, what Formula is there,never so comprehensive, that will express truly tVieplusand the minus of him, give us the accurate net-result ofhim? There is hitherto none such. Moralities not afew must shriek condemnatory over this Mirabeau ; theMorality by which he could be judged has not yet gotuttered in the speech of men. We will say this of himagain: That he is a Reality and no Simulacrum ; a living Son of Nature our general Mother ; not a hollowArtifice, and mechanism of Conventionalities, son ofnothing, brother to nothing. In which little word, letthe earnest man, walking sorrowful in a world mostly of Stuffed Clothes-suits. that chatter and grin meaning-less oa
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