"AndIdarenotappointmyownhouse；tyrannymakesspiesofourverywalls。Buttheplacehereindesignatedissecure；"andheslippedanaddressintothehandofhiscorrespondent。
　　"To-night，then，atnine!MeanwhileIhaveotherbusiness。"Themanpaused，hiscolourchanged，anditwaswithaneagerandpassionatevoicethatheresumed，——
　　"Yourlastlettermentionedthiswealthyandmysteriousvisitor，——thisZanoni。HeisstillatVenice？"
　　"Iheardthathehadleftthismorning；buthiswifeisstillhere。"
　　"Hiswife!——thatiswell!"
　　"Whatknowyouofhim？Thinkyouthathewouldjoinus？Hiswealthwouldbe——"
　　"Hishouse，hisaddress，——quick!"interruptedtheman。
　　"ThePalazzodi——，ontheGrandCanal。"
　　"Ithankyou，——atninewemeet。"
　　Themanhurriedonthroughthestreetfromwhichhehademerged；
　　and，passingbythehouseinwhichhehadtakenuphislodginghehadarrivedatVenicethenightbefore，awomanwhostoodbythedoorcaughthisarm。
　　"Monsieur，"shesaidinFrench，"Ihavebeenwatchingforyourreturn。Doyouunderstandme？Iwillbraveall，riskall，togobackwithyoutoFrance，——tostand，throughlifeorindeath，bymyhusband'sside!"
　　"Citoyenne，Ipromisedyourhusbandthat，ifsuchyourchoice，I
　　wouldhazardmyownsafetytoaidit。Butthinkagain!YourhusbandisoneofthefactionwhichRobespierre'seyeshavealreadymarked；hecannotfly。AllFranceisbecomeaprisontothe'suspect。'Youdonotendangeryourselfbyreturn。Frankly，citoyenne，thefateyouwouldsharemaybetheguillotine。I
　　speakasyouknowbyhisletterasyourhusbandbademe。"
　　"Monsieur，Iwillreturnwithyou，"saidthewoman，withasmileuponherpaleface。
　　"AndyetyoudesertedyourhusbandinthefairsunshineoftheRevolution，toreturntohimamidstitsstormsandthunder，"saidtheman，inatonehalfofwonder，halfrebuke。
　　"Becausemyfather'sdaysweredoomed；becausehehadnosafetybutinflighttoaforeignland；becausehewasoldandpenniless，andhadnonebutmetoworkforhim；becausemyhusbandwasnotthenindanger，andmyfatherwas!HEisdead——
　　dead!Myhusbandisindangernow。Thedaughter'sdutiesarenomore，——thewife'sreturn!"
　　"Beitso，citoyenne；onthethirdnightIdepart。Beforethenyoumayretractyourchoice。"
　　"Never!"
　　Adarksmilepassedovertheman'sface。
　　"Oguillotine!"hesaid，"howmanyvirtueshastthoubroughttolight!Wellmaytheycallthee'AHolyMother!'Ogoryguillotine!"
　　Hepassedonmutteringtohimself，hailedagondola，andwassoonamidstthecrowdedwatersoftheGrandCanal。
　　CHAPTER6。V。
　　Cequej'ignoreEstplustristepeut-etreetplusaffreuxencore。
　　LaHarpe，"LeComtedeWarwick，"Act5，sc。1。
　　ThatwhichIknownotis，perhaps，moresadandfearfulstill。
　　Thecasementstoodopen，andViolawasseatedbyit。Beneathsparkledthebroadwatersinthecoldbutcloudlesssunlight；andtothatfairform，thathalf-avertedface，turnedtheeyesofmanyagallantcavalier，astheirgondolasglidedby。
　　Butatlast，inthecentreofthecanal，oneofthesedarkvesselshaltedmotionless，asamanfixedhisgazefromitslatticeuponthatstatelypalace。Hegavethewordtotherowers，——thevesselapproachedthemarge。Thestrangerquittedthegondola；hepassedupthebroadstairs；heenteredthepalace。Weepon，smilenomore，youngmother!——thelastpageisturned!
　　Anattendantenteredtheroom，andgavetoViolaacard，withthesewordsinEnglish，"Viola，Imustseeyou!ClarenceGlyndon。"
　　Oh，yes，howgladlyViolawouldseehim；howgladlyspeaktohimofherhappiness，ofZanoni!——howgladlyshowtohimherchild!
　　PoorClarence!shehadforgottenhimtillnow，asshehadallthefeverofherearlierlife，——itsdreams，itsvanities，itspoorexcitement，thelampsofthegaudytheatre，theapplauseofthenoisycrowd。
　　Heentered。Shestartedtobeholdhim，sochangedwerehisgloomybrow，hisresolute，carewornfeatures，fromthegracefulformandcarelesscountenanceoftheartist-lover。Hisdress，thoughnotmean，wasrude，neglected，anddisordered。Awild，desperate，half-savageairhadsupplantedthatingenuousmien，diffidentinitsgrace，earnestinitsdiffidence，whichhadoncecharacterisedtheyoungworshipperofArt，thedreamingaspirantaftersomestarrierlore。
　　"Isityou？"shesaidatlast。"PoorClarence，howchanged!"
　　"Changed!"hesaidabruptly，asheplacedhimselfbyherside。
　　"AndwhomamItothank，butthefiends——thesorcerers——whohaveseizeduponthyexistence，asuponmine？Viola，hearme。AfewweekssincethenewsreachedmethatyouwereinVenice。Underotherpretences，andthroughinnumerabledangers，Ihavecomehither，riskingliberty，perhapslife，ifmynameandcareerareknowninVenice，towarnandsaveyou。Changed，youcallme!——
　　changedwithout；butwhatisthattotheravageswithin？Bewarned，bewarnedintime!"
　　ThevoiceofGlyndon，soundinghollowandsepulchral，alarmedViolaevenmorethanhiswords。Pale，haggard，emaciated，heseemedalmostasonerisenfromthedead，toappallandaweher。
　　"What，"shesaid，atlast，inafalteringvoice，——"whatwildwordsdoyouutter!Canyou——"
　　"Listen!"interruptedGlyndon，layinghishanduponherarm，anditstouchwasascoldasdeath，——"listen!Youhaveheardoftheoldstoriesofmenwhohaveleaguedthemselveswithdevilsfortheattainmentofpreternaturalpowers。Thosestoriesarenotfables。Suchmenlive。Theirdelightistoincreasetheunhallowedcircleofwretcheslikethemselves。Iftheirproselytesfailintheordeal，thedemonseizesthem，eveninthislife，asithathseizedme!——iftheysucceed，woe，yea，amorelastingwoe!Thereisanotherlife，wherenospellscancharmtheevilone，orallaythetorture。Ihavecomefromascenewherebloodflowsinrivers，——whereDeathstandsbythesideofthebravestandthehighest，andtheonemonarchistheGuillotine；butallthemortalperilswithwhichmencanbebeset，arenothingtothedrearinessofthechamberwheretheHorrorthatpassesdeathmovesandstirs!"
　　ItwasthenthatGlyndon，withacoldanddistinctprecision，detailed，ashehaddonetoAdela，theinitiationthroughwhichhehadgone。Hedescribed，inwordsthatfrozethebloodofhislistener，theappearanceofthatformlessphantom，withtheeyesthatsearedthebrainandcongealedthemarrowofthosewhobeheld。Onceseen，itneverwastobeexorcised。Itcameatitsownwill，promptingblackthoughts，——whisperingstrangetemptations。Onlyinscenesofturbulentexcitementwasitabsent!Solitude，serenity，thestrugglingdesiresafterpeaceandvirtue，——THESEweretheelementsitlovedtohaunt!
　　Bewildered，terror-stricken，thewildaccountconfirmedbythedimimpressionsthatnever，inthedepthandconfidenceofaffection，hadbeencloselyexamined，butratherbanishedassoonasfelt，——thatthelifeandattributesofZanoniwerenotlikethoseofmortals，——impressionswhichherownlovehadmadeherhithertocensureassuspicionsthatwronged，andwhich，thusmitigated，hadperhapsonlyservedtorivetthefascinatedchainsinwhichheboundherheartandsenses，butwhichnow，asGlyndon'sawfulnarrativefilledherwithcontagiousdread，halfunboundtheveryspellstheyhadwovenbefore，——Violastartedupinfear，notforHERSELF，andclaspedherchildinherarms!
　　"Unhappiestone!"criedGlyndon，shuddering，"hastthouindeedgivenbirthtoavictimthoucanstnotsave？Refuseitsustenance，——letitlooktotheeinvainforfood!Inthegrave，atleast，therearereposeandpeace!"
　　ThentherecamebacktoViola'smindtheremembranceofZanoni'snight-longwatchesbythatcradle，andthefearwhicheventhenhadcreptoverherassheheardhismurmuredhalf-chantedwords。
　　Andasthechildlookedatherwithitsclear，steadfasteye，inthestrangeintelligenceofthatlooktherewassomethingthatonlyconfirmedherawe。SotherebothMotherandForewarnerstoodinsilence，——thesunsmilinguponthemthroughthecasement，anddarkbythecradle，thoughtheysawitnot，satthemotionless，veiledThing!
　　Butbydegreesbetterandjusterandmoregratefulmemoriesofthepastreturnedtotheyoungmother。Thefeaturesoftheinfant，asshegazed，tooktheaspectoftheabsentfather。A
　　voiceseemedtobreakfromthoserosylips，andsay，mournfully，"Ispeaktotheeinthychild。Inreturnforallmylovefortheeandthine，dostthoudistrustme，atthefirstsentenceofamaniacwhoaccuses？"
　　Herbreastheaved，herstaturerose，hereyesshonewithasereneandholylight。
　　"Go，poorvictimofthineowndelusions，"shesaidtoGlyndon；"I
　　wouldnotbelievemineownsenses，iftheyaccusedITSfather!
　　AndwhatknowestthouofZanoni？WhatrelationhaveMejnourandthegrislyspectresheinvoked，withtheradiantimagewithwhichthouwouldstconnectthem？"
　　"Thouwiltlearntoosoon，"repliedGlyndon，gloomily。"Andtheveryphantomthathauntsme，whispers，withitsbloodlesslips，thatitshorrorsawaitboththineandthee!Itakenotthydecisionyet；beforeIleaveVeniceweshallmeetagain。"
　　Hesaid，anddeparted。
　　CHAPTER6。VI。
　　Quelestl'egarementoutonameselivre？
　　LaHarpe，"LeComtedeWarwick，"Act4，sc。4。
　　Towhatdelusiondoesthysoulabandonitself？
　　Alas，Zanoni!theaspirer，thedark，brightone!——didstthouthinkthatthebondbetweenthesurvivorofagesandthedaughterofadaycouldendure？Didstthounotforeseethat，untiltheordealwaspast，therecouldbenoequalitybetweenthywisdomandherlove？Artthouabsentnowseekingamidstthysolemnsecretsthesolemnsafeguardsforchildandmother，andforgettestthouthatthephantomthatservedtheehathpoweroveritsowngifts，——overthelivesittaughttheetorescuefromthegrave？DostthounotknowthatFearandDistrust，oncesownintheheartofLove，springupfromtheseedintoaforestthatexcludesthestars？Dark，brightone!thehatefuleyesglarebesidethemotherandthechild!
　　AllthatdayViolawasdistractedbyathousandthoughtsandterrors，whichfledassheexaminedthemtosettlebackthedarklier。Sherememberedthat，asshehadoncesaidtoGlyndon，herverychildhoodhadbeenhauntedwithstrangeforebodings，thatshewasordainedforsomepreternaturaldoom。Sherememberedthat，asshehadtoldhimthis，sittingbytheseasthatslumberedinthearmsoftheBayofNaples，he，too，hadacknowledgedthesameforebodings，andamysterioussympathyhadappearedtounitetheirfates。Sheremembered，aboveall，that，comparingtheirentangledthoughts，bothhadthensaid，thatwiththefirstsightofZanonitheforeboding，theinstinct，hadspokentotheirheartsmoreaudiblythanbefore，whisperingthat"withHIMwasconnectedthesecretoftheunconjecturedlife。"
　　Andnow，whenGlyndonandViolametagain，thehauntingfearsofchildhood，thusreferredto，wokefromtheirenchantedsleep。
　　WithGlyndon'sterrorshefeltasympathy，againstwhichherreasonandherlovestruggledinvain。Andstill，whensheturnedherlooksuponherchild，itwatchedherwiththatsteady，earnesteye，anditslipsmovedasifitsoughttospeaktoher，——butnosoundcame。Theinfantrefusedtosleep。Whenevershegazeduponitsface，stillthosewakeful，watchfuleyes!——andintheirearnestness，therespokesomethingofpain，ofupbraiding，ofaccusation。Theychilledherasshelooked。Unabletoendure，ofherself，thissuddenandcompleterevulsionofallthefeelingswhichhadhithertomadeupherlife，sheformedtheresolutionnaturaltoherlandandcreed；shesentforthepriestwhohadhabituallyattendedheratVenice，andtohimsheconfessed，withpassionatesobsandintenseterror，thedoubtsthathadbrokenuponher。Thegoodfather，aworthyandpiousman，butwithlittleeducationandlesssense，onewhoheldasmanyofthelowerItaliansdotothisdayevenapoettobeasortofsorcerer，seemedtoshutthegatesofhopeuponherheart。Hisremonstranceswereurgent，forhishorrorwasunfeigned。HejoinedwithGlyndoninimploringhertofly，ifshefeltthesmallestdoubtthatherhusband'spursuitswereofthenaturewhichtheRomanChurchhadbenevolentlyburnedsomanyscholarsforadopting。AndeventhelittlethatViolacouldcommunicateseemed，totheignorantascetic，irrefragableproofofsorceryandwitchcraft；hehad，indeed，previouslyheardsomeofthestrangerumourswhichfollowedthepathofZanoni，andwasthereforepreparedtobelievetheworst；theworthyBartolomeowouldhavemadenobonesofsendingWatttothestake，hadheheardhimspeakofthesteam-engine。ButViola，asuntutoredashimself，wasterrifiedbyhisroughandvehementeloquence，——
　　terrified，forbythatpenetrationwhichCatholicpriests，howeverdull，generallyacquire，intheirvastexperienceofthehumanhearthourlyexposedtotheirprobe，Bartolomeospokelessofdangertoherselfthantoherchild。"Sorcerers，"saidhe，"haveeversoughtthemosttodecoyandseducethesoulsoftheyoung，——nay，theinfant；"andtherewithheenteredintoalongcatalogueoflegendaryfables，whichhequotedashistoricalfacts。AllatwhichanEnglishwomanwouldhavesmiled，appalledthetenderbutsuperstitiousNeapolitan；andwhenthepriestlefther，withsolemnrebukesandgraveaccusationsofaderelictionofherdutiestoherchild，ifshehesitatedtoflywithitfromanabodepollutedbythedarkerpowersandunhallowedarts，Viola，stillclingingtotheimageofZanoni，sankintoapassivelethargywhichheldherveryreasoninsuspense。
　　Thehourspassed:nightcameon；thehousewashushed；andViola，slowlyawakenedfromthenumbnessandtorporwhichhadusurpedherfaculties，tossedtoandfroonhercouch，restlessandperturbed。Thestillnessbecameintolerable；yetmoreintolerablethesoundthatalonebrokeit，thevoiceoftheclock，knellingmomentaftermomenttoitsgrave。Themoments，atlast，seemedthemselvestofindvoice，——togainshape。Shethoughtshebeheldthemspringing，wanandfairy-like，fromthewombofdarkness；anderetheyfellagain，extinguished，intothatwomb，theirgrave，theirlowsmallvoicesmurmured，"Woman，wereporttoeternityallthatisdoneintime!Whatshallwereportofthee，Oguardianofanew-bornsoul？"Shebecamesensiblethatherfancieshadbroughtasortofpartialdelirium，thatshewasinastatebetweensleepandwaking，whensuddenlyonethoughtbecamemorepredominantthantherest。Thechamberwhich，inthatandeveryhousetheyhadinhabited，eventhatintheGreekisles，Zanonihadsetaparttoasolitudeonwhichnonemightintrude，thethresholdofwhichevenViola'sstepwasforbidtocross，andnever，hitherto，inthatsweetreposeofconfidencewhichbelongstocontentedlove，hadsheevenfeltthecuriousdesiretodisobey，——now，thatchamberdrewhertowardsit。PerhapsTHEREmightbefoundasomewhattosolvetheriddle，todispelorconfirmthedoubt:thatthoughtgrewanddeepenedinitsintenseness；itfastenedonheraswithapalpableandirresistiblegrasp；itseemedtoraiseherlimbswithoutherwill。
　　Andnow，throughthechamber，alongthegalleriesthouglidest，O
　　lovelyshape!sleep-walking，yetawake。Themoonshinesontheeasthouglidestby，casementaftercasement，white-robedandwanderingspirit!——thinearmscrosseduponthybosom，thineeyesfixedandopen，withacalmunfearingawe。Mother，itisthychildthatleadstheeon!Thefairymomentsgobeforethee；thouheareststilltheclock-knelltollingthemtotheirgravesbehind。On，glidingon，thouhastgainedthedoor；nolockbarsthee，nomagicspelldrivestheeback。Daughterofthedust，thoustandestalonewithnightinthechamberwhere，paleandnumberless，thehostsofspacehavegatheredroundtheseer!
　　CHAPTER6。VII。
　　DesErdenlebensSchweresTraumbildsinkt，undsinkt，undsinkt。
　　"DasIdealunddasLebens。"
　　TheDreamShapeoftheheavyearthlylifesinks，andsinks，andsinks。
　　Shestoodwithinthechamber，andgazedaroundher；nosignsbywhichaninquisitorofoldcouldhavedetectedthescholaroftheBlackArtwerevisible。Nocruciblesandcaldrons，nobrass-
　　boundvolumesandcipheredgirdles，noskullsandcross-bones。
　　Quietlystreamedthebroadmoonlightthroughthedesolatechamberwithitsbare，whitewalls。Afewbunchesofwitheredherbs，afewantiquevesselsofbronze，placedcarelesslyonawoodenform，wereallwhichthatcuriousgazecouldidentifywiththepursuitsoftheabsentowner。Themagic，ifitexisted，dweltintheartificer，andthematerials，tootherhands，werebutherbsandbronze。Soisiteverwiththyworksandwonders，OGenius，——SeekeroftheStars!Wordsthemselvesarethecommonpropertyofallmen；yet，fromwordsthemselves，ThouArchitectofImmortalities，pilestuptemplesthatshalloutlivethePyramids，andtheveryleafofthePapyrusbecomesaShinar，statelywithtowers，roundwhichtheDelugeofAges，shallroarinvain!
　　ButinthatsolitudehasthePresencethattherehadinvokeditswondersleftnoenchantmentofitsown？Itseemedso；forasViolastoodinthechamber，shebecamesensiblethatsomemysteriouschangewasatworkwithinherself。Herbloodcoursedrapidly，andwithasensationofdelight，throughherveins，——shefeltasifchainswerefallingfromherlimbs，asifcloudaftercloudwasrollingfromhergaze。AlltheconfusedthoughtswhichhadmovedthroughhertrancesettledandcentredthemselvesinoneintensedesiretoseetheAbsentOne，——tobewithhim。Themonadsthatmakeupspaceandairseemedchargedwithaspiritualattraction，——tobecomeamediumthroughwhichherspiritcouldpassfromitsclay，andconferwiththespirittowhichtheunutterabledesirecompelledit。Afaintnessseizedher；shetotteredtotheseatonwhichthevesselsandherbswereplaced，and，asshebentdown，shesawinoneofthevesselsasmallvaseofcrystal。Byamechanicalandinvoluntaryimpulse，herhandseizedthevase；sheopenedit，andthevolatileessenceitcontainedsparkledup，andspreadthroughtheroomapowerfulanddeliciousfragrance。Sheinhaledtheodour，shelavedhertempleswiththeliquid，andsuddenlyherlifeseemedtospringupfromthepreviousfaintness，——tospring，tosoar，tofloat，todilateuponthewingsofabird。Theroomvanishedfromhereyes。Away，away，overlandsandseasandspaceontherushingdesirefliesthedisprisonedmind!
　　Uponastratum，notofthisworld，stoodtheworld-bornshapesofthesonsofScience，uponanembryoworld，uponacrude，wan，attenuatedmassofmatter，oneoftheNebulae，whichthesunsofthemyriadsystemsthrowoffastheyrollroundtheCreator'sthrone*，tobecomethemselvesnewworldsofsymmetryandglory，——
　　planetsandsunsthatforeverandforevershallintheirturnmultiplytheirshiningrace，andbethefathersofsunsandplanetsyettocome。
　　*"Astronomyinstructsusthat，intheoriginalconditionofthesolarsystem，thesunwasthenucleusofanebulosityorluminousmasswhichrevolvedonitsaxis，andextendedfarbeyondtheorbitsofalltheplanets，——theplanetsasyethavingnoexistence。Itstemperaturegraduallydiminished，and，becomingcontractedbycooling，therotationincreasedinrapidity，andzonesofnebulosityweresuccessivelythrownoff，inconsequenceofthecentrifugalforceoverpoweringthecentralattraction。
　　Thecondensationoftheseseparatemassesconstitutedtheplanetsandsatellites。Butthisviewoftheconversionofgaseousmatterintoplanetarybodiesisnotlimitedtoourownsystem；itextendstotheformationoftheinnumerablesunsandworldswhicharedistributedthroughouttheuniverse。Thesublimediscoveriesofmodernastronomershaveshownthateverypartoftherealmsofspaceaboundsinlargeexpansionsofattenuatedmattertermednebulae，whichareirregularlyreflectiveoflight，ofvariousfigures，andindifferentstatesofcondensation，fromthatofadiffused，luminousmasstosunsandplanetslikeourown。"——FromMantell'seloquentanddelightfulwork，entitled"TheWondersofGeology，"volumei。page22。
　　There，inthatenormoussolitudeofaninfantworld，whichthousandsandthousandsofyearscanaloneripenintoform，thespiritofViolabeheldtheshapeofZanoni，orratherthelikeness，thesimulacrun，theLEMURofhisshape，notitshumanandcorporealsubstance，——asif，likehers，theIntelligencewaspartedfromtheClay，——andasthesun，whileitrevolvesandglows，hadcastoffintoremotestspacethatnebularimageofitself，sothethingofearth，intheactionofitsmoreluminousandenduringbeing，hadthrownitslikenessintothatnew-bornstrangeroftheheavens。Therestoodthephantom，——aphantomMejnour，byitsside。Inthegiganticchaosaroundravedandstruggledthekindlingelements；waterandfire，darknessandlight，atwar，——vapourandcloudhardeningintomountains，andtheBreathofLifemovinglikeasteadfastsplendouroverall。
　　Asthedreamerlooked，andshivered，shebeheldthateventherethetwophantomsofhumanitywerenotalone。Dimmonster-formsthatthatdisorderedchaosalonecouldengender，thefirstreptileColossalracethatwreatheandcrawlthroughtheearlieststratumofaworldlabouringintolife，coiledintheoozingmatterorhoveredthroughthemeteorousvapours。Butthesethetwoseekersseemednottoheed；theirgazewasfixedintentuponanobjectinthefarthestspace。Withtheeyesofthespirit，Violafollowedtheirs；withaterrorfargreaterthanthechaosanditshideousinhabitantsproduced，shebeheldashadowylikenessoftheveryroominwhichherformyetdwelt，itswhitewalls，themoonshinesleepingonitsfloor，itsopencasement，withthequietroofsanddomesofVeniceloomingovertheseathatsighedbelow，——andinthatroomtheghost-likeimageofherself!Thisdoublephantom——hereherselfaphantom，gazingthereuponaphantom-self——hadinitahorrorwhichnowordscantell，nolengthoflifeforego。
　　Butpresentlyshesawthisimageofherselfriseslowly，leavetheroomwithitsnoiselessfeet:itpassesthecorridor，itkneelsbyacradle!HeavenofHeaven!Shebeholdsherchild!——
　　stillwithitswondrous，child-likebeautyanditssilent，wakefuleyes。Butbesidethatcradletheresitscoweringamantled，shadowyform，——themorefearfulandghastlyfromitsindistinctandunsubstantialgloom。Thewallsofthatchamberseemtoopenasthesceneofatheatre。Agrimdungeon；streetsthroughwhichpourshadowycrowds；wrathandhatred，andtheaspectofdemonsintheirghastlyvisages；aplaceofdeath；amurderousinstrument；ashamble-houseofhumanflesh；herself；
　　herchild；——all，all，rapidphantasmagoria，chasedeachother。
　　Suddenlythephantom-Zanoniturned，itseemedtoperceiveherself，——hersecondself。Itsprangtowardsher；herspiritcouldbearnomore。Sheshrieked，shewoke。Shefoundthatintruthshehadleftthatdismalchamber；thecradlewasbeforeher，thechild!all——allasthattrancehadseenit；and，vanishingintoair，eventhatdark，formlessThing!
　　"Mychild!mychild!thymothershallsavetheeyet!"
　　CHAPTER6。VIII。
　　Qui？Toim'abandonner!Ouvas-tu？Non!demeure，Demeure!
　　LaHarpe，"LeComtedeWarwick，"Act3，sc。5。
　　Who？THOUabandonme!——wheregoestthou？No!stay，stay!
　　LetterfromViolatoZanoni。
　　"Ithascometothis!——Iamthefirsttopart!I，theunfaithfulone，bidtheefarewellforever。Whenthineeyesfalluponthiswritingthouwiltknowmeasoneofthedead。Forthouthatwert，andstillartmylife，——Iamlosttothee!Olover!O
　　husband!Ostillworshippedandadored!ifthouhasteverlovedme，ifthoucanststillpity，seeknottodiscoverthestepsthatflythee。Ifthycharmscandetectandtractme，spareme，spareourchild!Zanoni，Iwillrearittolovethee，tocalltheefather!Zanoni，itsyounglipsshallprayforthee!Ah，sparethychild，forinfantsarethesaintsofearth，andtheirmediationmaybeheardonhigh!ShallItelltheewhyIpart？
　　No；thou，thewisely-terrible，canstdivinewhatthehandtremblestorecord；andwhileIshudderatthypower，——whileitisthypowerIflyourchilduponmybosom，——itcomfortsmestilltothinkthatthypowercanreadtheheart!Thouknowestthatitisthefaithfulmotherthatwritestothee，itisnotthefaithlesswife!Istheresininthyknowledge，Zanoni？Sinmusthavesorrow:anditweresweet——oh，howsweet——tobethycomforter。Butthechild，theinfant，thesoulthatlookstomineforitsshield!——magician，Iwrestfromtheethatsoul!
　　Pardon，pardon，ifmywordswrongthee。See，Ifallonmykneestowritetherest!
　　"WhydidIneverrecoilbeforefromthymysteriouslore；whydidtheverystrangenessofthineunearthlylifeonlyfascinatemewithadelightfulfear？Because，ifthouwertsorcererorangel-
　　demon，therewasnoperiltootherbutmyself:andnonetome，formylovewasmyheavenliestpart；andmyignoranceinallthings，exceptthearttolovethee，repelledeverythoughtthatwasnotbrightandgloriousasthineimagetomyeyes。ButNOW
　　thereisanother!Look!whydoesitwatchmethus，——whythatnever-sleeping，earnest，rebukinggaze？Havethyspellsencompasseditalready？Hastthoumarkedit，cruelone，fortheterrorsofthyunutterableart？Donotmaddenme，——donotmaddenme!——unbindthespell!
　　"Hark!theoarswithout!Theycome，——theycome，tobearmefromthee!Ilookround，andmethinksthatIseetheeeverywhere。
　　Thouspeakesttomefromeveryshadow，fromeverystar。There，bythecasement，thylipslastpressedmine；there，therebythatthresholddidstthouturnagain，andthysmileseemedsotrustinglytoconfideinme!Zanoni——husband!——Iwillstay!I
　　cannotpartfromthee!No，no!Iwillgototheroomwherethydearvoice，withitsgentlemusic，assuagedthepangsoftravail!——where，heardthroughthethrillingdarkness，itfirstwhisperedtomyear，'Viola，thouartamother!'Amother!——yes，Irisefrommyknees，——IAMamother!Theycome!Iamfirm；
　　farewell!"
　　Yes；thussuddenly，thuscruelly，whetherinthedeliriumofblindandunreasoningsuperstition，orintheresolveofthatconvictionwhichspringsfromduty，thebeingforwhomhehadresignedsomuchofempireandofgloryforsookZanoni。Thisdesertion，neverforeseen，neveranticipated，wasyetbuttheconstantfatethatattendsthosewhowouldplaceMindBEYONDtheearth，andyettreasuretheHeartWITHINit。Ignoranceeverlastinglyshallrecoilfromknowledge。Butneveryet，fromnoblerandpurermotivesofself-sacrifice，didhumanlovelinkitselftoanother，thandidtheforsakingwifenowabandontheabsent。Forrightlyhadshesaidthatitwasnotthefaithlesswife，itWASthefaithfulmotherthatfledfromallinwhichherearthlyhappinesswascentred。
　　Aslongasthepassionandfervourthatimpelledtheactanimatedherwithfalsefever，sheclaspedherinfanttoherbreast，andwasconsoled，——resigned。Butwhatbitterdoubtofherownconduct，whaticypangofremorseshotthroughherheart，when，astheyrestedforafewhoursontheroadtoLeghorn，sheheardthewomanwhoaccompaniedherselfandGlyndonprayforsafetytoreachherhusband'sside，andstrengthtosharetheperilsthatwouldmeetherthere!Terriblecontrasttoherowndesertion!
　　Sheshrunkintothedarknessofherownheart，——andthennovoicefromwithinconsoledher。
　　CHAPTER6。IX。
　　Zukunfthastdumirgegeben，DochdunehmstdenAugenblick。
　　"Kassandra。"
　　Futurityhastthougiventome，——yettakestfrommetheMoment。
　　"Mejnour，beholdthywork!Out，outuponourlittlevanitiesofwisdom!——outuponouragesofloreandlife!TosaveherfromPerilIleftherpresence，andthePerilhasseizedherinitsgrasp!"
　　"Chidenotthywisdombutthypassions!Abandonthineidlehopeoftheloveofwoman。See，forthosewhowouldunitetheloftywiththelowly，theinevitablecurse；thyverynatureuncomprehended，——thysacrificesunguessed。Thelowlyoneviewsbutintheloftyanecromancerorafiend。Titan，canstthouweep？"
　　"Iknowitnow，Iseeitall!ItWASherspiritthatstoodbesideourown，andescapedmyairyclasp!Ostrongdesireofmotherhoodandnature!unveilingalloursecrets，piercingspaceandtraversingworlds!——Mejnour，whatawfullearninglieshidintheignoranceoftheheartthatloves!"
　　"Theheart，"answeredthemystic，coldly；"ay，forfivethousandyearsIhaveransackedthemysteriesofcreation，butIhavenotyetdiscoveredallthewondersintheheartofthesimplestboor!"
　　"Yetoursolemnritesdeceivedusnot；theprophet-shadows，darkwithterrorandredwithblood，stillforetoldthat，eveninthedungeon，andbeforethedeathsman，I，——Ihadthepowertosavethemboth!"
　　"Butatsomeunconjecturedandmostfatalsacrificetothyself。"
　　"Tomyself!Icysage，thereisnoselfinlove!Igo。Nay，alone:Iwanttheenot。Iwantnownootherguidebutthehumaninstinctsofaffection。Nocavesodark，nosolitudesovast，astoconcealher。Thoughmineartfailme；thoughthestarsheedmenot；thoughspace，withitsshiningmyriads，isagaintomebuttheazurevoid，——Ireturnbuttoloveandyouthandhope!
　　Whenhavetheyeverfailedtotriumphandtosave!"
　　BOOKVII。
　　THEREIGNOFTERROR。
　　OrridamaestaneiferoaspettoTerroreaccresce，epiusuperboilrende；
　　Rosseggiangliocchi，edivenenoinfettoComeinfaustacometa，ilguardosplende，Gilinvolveilmento，esull'irsutopettoIspidaefoitalagranbarbescende；
　　EINGUISADEVORAGINEPROFONDA
　　SAPRELABOCCAA'ATROSANGUEIMMONDA。
　　Ger。Lib。，Cant。iv。7。
　　Ahorriblemajestyinthefierceaspectincreasesitterror，andrendersitmoresuperb。Redglowtheeyes，andtheaspectinfected，likeabalefulcomet，withenvenomedinfluences，glaresaround。Avastbeardcoversthechin——and，roughandthick，descendsovertheshaggybreast——Andlikeaprofoundgulfexpandthejaws，foulwithblackgore。
　　CHAPTER7。I。
　　Quisuis-je，moiqu'onaccuse？UnesclavedelaLiberte，unmartyrvivantdelaRepublique。
　　"DiscoursdeRobespierre，8Thermidor。"
　　WhoamI，——_I_whomtheyaccuse？AslaveofLiberty，——alivingmartyrfortheRepublic。
　　Itroars，——TheRiverofHell，whosefirstoutbreakwaschantedasthegushofachanneltoElysium。Howburstintoblossominghopesfairheartsthathadnourishedthemselvesonthediamonddewsoftherosydawn，whenLibertycamefromthedarkocean，andthearmsofdecrepitThraldom——AurorafromthebedofTithon!
　　Hopes!yehaveripenedintofruit，andthefruitisgoreandashes!BeautifulRoland，eloquentVergniaud，visionaryCondorcet，high-heartedMalesherbes!——wits，philosophers，statesmen，patriots，dreamers!beholdthemillenniumforwhichyedaredandlaboured!
　　Iinvoketheghosts!Saturnhathdevouredhischildren"LaRevolutionestcommeSaturne，elledevoreratoussesenfans。"——
　　Vergniaud。，andlivesalone，——IhistruenameofMoloch!
　　ItistheReignofTerror，withRobespierretheking。Thestrugglesbetweentheboaandthelionarepast:theboahasconsumedthelion，andisheavywiththegorge，——Dantonhasfallen，andCamilleDesmoulins。Dantonhadsaidbeforehisdeath，"ThepoltroonRobespierre，——Ialonecouldhavesavedhim。"
　　Fromthathour，indeed，thebloodofthedeadgiantcloudedthecraftof"MaximilientheIncorruptible，"asatlast，amidstthedinoftherousedConvention，itchokedhisvoice。LesangdeDantont'etouffe!"thebloodofDantonchokesthee!saidGarnierdel'Aube，whenonthefatal9thofThermidor，Robespierregaspedfeeblyforth，"Pourladernierefois，PresidentdesAssassins，jetedemandelaparole。"Forthelasttime，PresidentofAssassins，Idemandtospeak。If，afterthatlastsacrifice，essential，perhaps，tohissafety，RobespierrehadproclaimedthecloseoftheReignofTerror，andacteduponthemercywhichDantonhadbeguntopreach，hemighthavelivedanddiedamonarch。Buttheprisonscontinuedtoreek，——theglaivetofall；andRobespierreperceivednotthathismobsweregluttedtosatietywithdeath，andthestrongestexcitementachiefcouldgivewouldbeareturnfromdevilsintomen。
　　WearetransportedtoaroominthehouseofCitizenDupleix，themenuisier，inthemonthofJuly，1794；or，inthecalendaroftheRevolutionists，itwastheThermidoroftheSecondYearoftheRepublic，OneandIndivisible!Thoughtheroomwassmall，itwasfurnishedanddecoratedwithaminuteandcarefuleffortateleganceandrefinement。Itseemed，indeed，thedesireoftheownertoavoidatoncewhatwasmeanandrude，andwhatwasluxuriousandvoluptuous。Itwasatrim，orderly，precisegracethatshapedtheclassicchairs，arrangedtheampledraperies，sanktheframelessmirrorsintothewall，placedbustandbronzeontheirpedestals，andfilledupthenicheshereandtherewithwell-boundbooks，filedregularlyintheirappointedranks。Anobserverwouldhavesaid，"Thismanwishestoimplytoyou，——Iamnotrich；Iamnotostentatious；Iamnotluxurious；IamnoindolentSybarite，withcouchesofdown，andpicturesthatprovokethesense；Iamnohaughtynoble，withspacioushalls，andgalleriesthatawetheecho。ButsomuchthegreaterismymeritifIdisdaintheseexcessesoftheeaseorthepride，sinceIlovetheelegant，andhaveataste!Othersmaybesimpleandhonest，fromtheverycoarsenessoftheirhabits；ifI，withsomuchrefinementanddelicacy，amsimpleandhonest，——reflect，andadmireme!"
　　Onthewallsofthischamberhungmanyportraits，mostofthemrepresentedbutoneface；ontheformalpedestalsweregroupedmanybusts，mostofthemsculpturedbutonehead。InthatsmallchamberEgotismsatsupreme，andmadetheArtsitslooking-
　　glasses。Erectinachair，beforealargetablespreadwithletters，sattheoriginalofbustandcanvas，theowneroftheapartment。Hewasalone，yethesaterect，formal，stiff，precise，asifinhisveryhomehewasnotatease。Hisdresswasinharmonywithhispostureandhischamber；itaffectedaneatnessofitsown，——foreignbothtothesumptuousfashionsofthedeposednobles，andthefilthyruggednessofthesans-
　　culottes。Frizzledandcoiffe，notahairwasoutoforder，notaspecklodgedonthesleeksurfaceofthebluecoat，notawrinklecrumpledthesnowyvest，withitsunder-reliefofdelicatepink。Atthefirstglance，youmighthaveseeninthatfacenothingbuttheill-favouredfeaturesofasicklycountenance；atasecondglance，youwouldhaveperceivedthatithadapower，acharacterofitsown。Theforehead，thoughlowandcompressed，wasnotwithoutthatappearanceofthoughtandintelligencewhich，itmaybeobserved，thatbreadthbetweentheeyebrowsalmostinvariablygives；thelipswerefirmandtightlydrawntogether，yeteverandanontheytrembled，andwrithedrestlessly。Theeyes，sullenandgloomy，wereyetpiercing，andfullofaconcentratedvigourthatdidnotseemsupportedbythethin，feebleframe，orthegreenlividnessofthehues，whichtoldofanxietyanddisease。
　　SuchwasMaximilienRobespierre；suchthechamberoverthemenuisier'sshop，whenceissuedtheedictsthatlaunchedarmiesontheircareerofglory，andordainedanartificialconduittocarryoffthebloodthatdelugedthemetropolisofthemostmartialpeopleintheglobe!Suchwasthemanwhohadresignedajudicialappointmenttheearlyobjectofhisambitionratherthanviolatehisphilanthropicalprinciplesbysubscribingtothedeathofasinglefellow-creature；suchwasthevirginenemytocapitalpunishments；andsuch，Butcher-Dictatornow，wasthemanwhosepureandrigidmanners，whoseincorruptiblehonesty，whosehatredoftheexcessesthattempttoloveandwine，would，hadhediedfiveyearsearlier，havelefthimthemodelforprudentfathersandcarefulcitizenstoplacebeforetheirsons。Suchwasthemanwhoseemedtohavenovice，tillcircumstance，thathotbed，broughtforththetwowhich，inordinarytimes，lieeverthedeepestandmostlatentinaman'sheart，——CowardiceandEnvy。Tooneofthesesourcesistobetracedeverymurderthatmaster-fiendcommitted。Hiscowardicewasofapeculiarandstrangesort；foritwasaccompaniedwiththemostunscrupulousanddeterminedWILL，——awillthatNapoleonreverenced；awillofiron，andyetnervesofaspen。Mentally，hewasahero，——
　　physically，adastard。Whentheveriestshadowofdangerthreatenedhisperson，theframecowered，butthewillsweptthedangertotheslaughter-house。Sotherehesat，boltupright，——
　　hissmall，leanfingersclenchedconvulsively；hissulleneyesstrainingintospace，theirwhitesyellowedwithstreaksofcorruptblood；hisearsliterallymovingtoandfro，liketheignobleranimals'，tocatcheverysound，——aDionysiusinhiscave；buthisposturedecorousandcollected，andeveryformalhairinitsfrizzledplace。
　　"Yes，yes，"hesaidinamutteredtone，"Ihearthem；mygoodJacobinsareattheirpostonthestairs。Pitytheyswearso!I
　　havealawagainstoaths，——themannersofthepoorandvirtuouspeoplemustbereformed。Whenallissafe，anexampleortwoamongstthosegoodJacobinswouldmakeeffect。Faithfulfellows，howtheyloveme!Hum!——whatanoathwasthat!——theyneednotswearsoloud，——upontheverystaircase，too!Itdetractsfrommyreputation。Ha!steps!"
　　Thesoliloquistglancedattheoppositemirror，andtookupavolume；heseemedabsorbedinitscontents，asatallfellow，abludgeoninhishand，agirdleadornedwithpistolsroundhiswaist，openedthedoor，andannouncedtwovisitors。Theonewasayoungman，saidtoresembleRobespierreinperson，butofafarmoredecidedandresoluteexpressionofcountenance。Heenteredfirst，and，lookingoverthevolumeinRobespierre'shand，forthelatterseemedstillintentonhislecture，exclaimed，——
　　"What!Rousseau'sHeloise？Alove-tale!"
　　"DearPayan，itisnotthelove，——itisthephilosophythatcharmsme。Whatnoblesentiments!——whatardourofvirtue!IfJeanJacqueshadbutlivedtoseethisday!"
　　WhiletheDictatorthuscommentedonhisfavouriteauthor，whominhisorationshelabouredhardtoimitate，thesecondvisitorwaswheeledintotheroominachair。Thismanwasalsoinwhat，tomost，istheprimeoflife，——namely，aboutthirty-eight；buthewasliterallydeadinthelowerlimbs:crippled，paralytic，distorted，hewasyet，asthetimesooncametotellhim，——aHerculesinCrime!Butthesweetestofhumansmilesdweltuponhislips；abeautyalmostangeliccharacterisedhisfeatures"Figured'ange，"saysoneofhiscontemporaries，indescribingCouthon。Theaddress，drawnupmostprobablybyPayanThermidor9，afterthearrestofRobespierre，thusmentionshiscrippledcolleague:"Couthon，cecitoyenvertueux，QUIN'AQUELECOEUR
　　ETLATETEDEVIVANS，maisquilesabrulantsdepatriotisme"
　　Couthon，thatvirtuouscitizen，whohasbuttheheadandtheheartoftheliving，yetpossessestheseallonflamewithpatriotism。；aninexpressibleaspectofkindness，andtheresignationofsufferingbutcheerfulbenignity，stoleintotheheartsofthosewhoforthefirsttimebeheldhim。Withthemostcaressing，silver，flute-likevoice，CitizenCouthonsalutedtheadmirerofJeanJacques。
　　"Nay，——donotsaythatitisnottheLOVEthatattractsthee；itISthelove!butnotthegross，sensualattachmentofmanforwoman。No!thesublimeaffectionforthewholehumanrace，andindeed，forallthatlives!"
　　AndCitizenCouthon，bendingdown，fondledthelittlespanielthatheinvariablycarriedinhisbosom，eventotheConvention，asaventfortheexuberantsensibilitieswhichoverflowedhisaffectionateheart。ThistendernessforsomepetanimalwasbynomeanspeculiartoCouthon；itseemsratheracommonfashionwiththegentlebutchersoftheRevolution。M。GeorgeDuvalinformsus"SouvenirsdelaTerreur，"volumeiiipage183thatChaumettehadanaviary，towhichhedevotedhisharmlessleisure；themurderousFourniercarriedonhisshouldersaprettylittlesquirrel，attachedbyasilverchain；Panisbestowedthesuperfluityofhisaffectionsupontwogoldpheasants；andMarat，whowouldnotabateoneofthethreehundredthousandheadshedemanded，REAREDDOVES!AproposofthespanielofCouthon，DuvalgivesusanamusinganecdoteofSergent，notoneoftheleastrelentlessagentsofthemassacreofSeptember。AladycametoimplorehisprotectionforoneofherrelationsconfinedintheAbbaye。Hescarcelydeignedtospeaktoher。Assheretiredindespair，shetrodbyaccidentonthepawofhisfavouritespaniel。Sergent，turninground，enragedandfurious，exclaimed，"MADAM，HAVEYOUNOHUMANITY？"
　　"Yes，forallthatlives，"repeatedRobespierre，tenderly。"GoodCouthon，——poorCouthon!Ah，themaliceofmen!——howwearemisrepresented!Tobecalumniatedastheexecutionersofourcolleagues!Ah，itisTHATwhichpiercestheheart!Tobeanobjectofterrortotheenemiesofourcountry，——THATisnoble；
　　buttobeanobjectofterrortothegood，thepatriotic，tothoseonelovesandreveres，——THATisthemostterribleofhumantorturesatleast，toasusceptibleandhonestheart!"Nottofatiguethereaderwithannotations，ImayhereobservethatnearlyeverysentimentascribedinthetexttoRobespierreistobefoundexpressedinhisvariousdiscourses。
　　"HowIlovetohearhim!"ejaculatedCouthon。
　　"Hem!"saidPayan，withsomeimpatience。"Butnowtobusiness!"
　　"Ah，tobusiness!"saidRobespierre，withasinisterglancefromhisbloodshoteyes。
　　"Thetimehascome，"saidPayan，"whenthesafetyoftheRepublicdemandsacompleteconcentrationofitspower。ThesebrawlersoftheComiteduSalutPubliccanonlydestroy；theycannotconstruct。Theyhatedyou，Maximilien，fromthemomentyouattemptedtoreplaceanarcybyinstitutions。HowtheymockatthefestivalwhichproclaimedtheacknowledgmentofaSupremeBeing:theywouldhavenoruler，eveninheaven!Yourclearandvigorousintellectsawthat，havingwreckedanoldworld，itbecamenecessarytoshapeanewone。Thefirststeptowardsconstructionmustbetodestroythedestroyers。Whilewedeliberate，yourenemiesact。Betterthisverynighttoattackthehandfulofgensdarmesthatguardthem，thantoconfrontthebattalionstheymayraiseto-morrow。"
　　"No，"saidRobespierre，whorecoiledbeforethedeterminedspiritofPayan；"Ihaveabetterandsaferplan。Thisisthe6thofThermidor；onthe10th——onthe10th，theConventiongoinabodytotheFeteDecadaire。Amobshallform；thecanonniers，thetroopsofHenriot，theyoungpupilsdel'EcoledeMars，shallmixinthecrowd。Easy，then，tostriketheconspiratorswhomweshalldesignatetoouragents。Onthesameday，too，FouquierandDumasshallnotrest；andasufficientnumberof'thesuspect'tomaintainsalutaryawe，andkeepuptherevolutionaryexcitement，shallperishbytheglaiveofthelaw。The10thshallbethegreatdayofaction。Payan，oftheselastculprits，haveyoupreparedalist？"
　　"Itishere，"returnedPayan，laconically，presentingapaper。
　　Robespierreglancedoveritrapidly。"Collotd'Herbois!——good!
　　Barrere!——ay，itwasBarrerewhosaid，'Letusstrike:thedeadaloneneverreturn。'"Frappons!iln'yaquelesmortsquinerevientpas。"——Barrere。Vadier，thesavagejester!——good——good!
　　VadieroftheMountain。Hehascalledme'Mahomet!'Scelerat!
　　blasphemer!"
　　"MahometiscomingtotheMountain，"saidCouthon，withhissilveryaccent，ashecaressedhisspaniel。
　　"Buthowisthis？IdonotseethenameofTallien？Tallien，——I
　　hatethatman；thatis，"saidRobespierre，correctinghimselfwiththehypocrisyorself-deceitwhichthosewhoformedthecouncilofthisphrase-mongerexhibitedhabitually，evenamongthemselves，——"thatis，VirtueandourCountryhatehim!ThereisnomaninthewholeConventionwhoinspiresmewiththesamehorrorasTallien。Couthon，IseeathousandDantonswhereTalliensits!"
　　"Tallienhastheonlyheadthatbelongstothisdeformedbody，"
　　saidPayan，whoseferocityandcrime，likethoseofSt。Just，werenotunaccompaniedbytalentsofnocommonorder。"Wereitnotbettertodrawawaythehead，towin，tobuyhim，forthetime，anddisposeofhimbetterwhenleftalone？HemayhateYOU，buthelovesMONEY!"
　　"No，"saidRobespierre，writingdownthenameofJeanLambertTallien，withaslowhandthatshapedeachletterwithsterndistinctness；"thatoneheadISMYNECESSITY!"
　　"IhaveaSMALLlisthere，"saidCouthon，sweetly，——"aVERYsmalllist。YouaredealingwiththeMountain；itisnecessarytomakeafewexamplesinthePlain。Thesemoderatesareasstrawswhichfollowthewind。TheyturnedagainstusyesterdayintheConvention。Alittleterrorwillcorrecttheweathercocks。Poorcreatures!Iowethemnoill-will；Icouldweepforthem。Butbeforeall，lacherepatrie!"
　　TheterribleglanceofRobespierredevouredthelistwhichthemanofsensibilitysubmittedtohim。"Ah，thesearewellchosen；
　　mennotofmarkenoughtoberegretted，whichisthebestpolicywiththerelicsofthatparty；someforeignerstoo，——yes，THEY
　　havenoparentsinParis。Thesewivesandparentsarebeginningtopleadagainstus。Theircomplaintsdemoralisetheguillotine!"
　　"Couthonisright，"saidPayan；"MYlistcontainsthosewhomitwillbesafertodespatchenmasseinthecrowdassembledattheFete。HISlistselectsthosewhomwemayprudentlyconsigntothelaw。Shallitnotbesignedatonce？"
　　"ItISsigned，"saidRobespierre，formallyreplacinghispenupontheinkstand。"Nowtomoreimportantmatters。Thesedeathswillcreatenoexcitement；butCollotd'Herbois，BourdonDel'Oise，Tallien，"thelastnameRobespierregaspedashepronounced，"THEYaretheheadsofparties。Thisislifeordeathtousaswellasthem。"
　　"Theirheadsarethefootstoolstoyourcurulechair，"saidPayan，inahalfwhisper。"Thereisnodangerifwearebold。
　　Judges，juries，allhavebeenyourselection。Youseizewithonehandthearmy，withtheother，thelaw。Yourvoiceyetcommandsthepeople——"