Truly, it is time for the black cockades at least, to vanish. Them
Patrollotism itself will not protect. Nay, sharp-tempered 'M. Tassin,'
at the Tuileries parade on Sunday morning, forgets all National military
rule; starts from the ranks, wrenches down one black cockade which
is swashing ominous there; and tramples it fiercely into the soil of
France. Patrollotism itself is not without suppressed fury. Also the
Districts begin to stir; the voice of President Danton reverberates in
the Cordeliers: People's-Friend Marat has flown to Versailles and back
again;--swart bird, not of the halcyon kind! (Camille's Newspaper,
Revolutions de Paris et de Brabant in Histoire Parlementaire, iii.
108.)

And so Patriot meets promenading Patriot, this Sunday; and sees his
own grim care reflected on the face of another. Groups, in spite of
Patrollotism, which is not so alert as usual, fluctuate deliberative:
groups on the Bridges, on the Quais, at the patriotic Cafes. And ever
as any black cockade may emerge, rises the many-voiced growl and bark: A
bas, Down! All black cockades are ruthlessly plucked off: one individual
picks his up again; kisses it, attempts to refix it; but a 'hundred
canes start into the air,' and he desists. Still worse went it with
another individual; doomed, by extempore Plebiscitum, to the Lanterne;
saved, with difficulty, by some active Corps-de-Garde.--Lafayette sees
signs of an effervescence; which he doubles his Patrols, doubles his
diligence, to prevent. So passes Sunday, the 4th of October 1789.

Sullen is the male heart, repressed by Patrollotism; vehement is the
female, irrepressible. The public-speaking woman at the Palais Royal
was not the only speaking one:--Men know not what the pantry is, when
it grows empty, only house-mothers know. O women, wives of men that
will only calculate and not act! Patrollotism is strong; but Death, by