famishing, is not without honour) shall be returned: (Hist. Parl. iii.
310.) this is all the damage. Great Maillard! A small nucleus of Order
is round his drum; but his outskirts fluctuate like the mad Ocean: for
Rascality male and female is flowing in on him, from the four winds;
guidance there is none but in his single head and two drumsticks.

O Maillard, when, since War first was, had General of Force such a task
before him, as thou this day? Walter the Penniless still touches the
feeling heart: but then Walter had sanction; had space to turn in; and
also his Crusaders were of the male sex. Thou, this day, disowned of
Heaven and Earth, art General of Menads. Their inarticulate frenzy thou
must on the spur of the instant, render into articulate words, into
actions that are not frantic. Fail in it, this way or that! Pragmatical
Officiality, with its penalties and law-books, waits before thee; Menads
storm behind. If such hewed off the melodious head of Orpheus, and
hurled it into the Peneus waters, what may they not make of thee,--thee
rhythmic merely, with no music but a sheepskin drum!--Maillard did not
fail. Remarkable Maillard, if fame were not an accident, and History a
distillation of Rumour, how remarkable wert thou!

On the Elysian Fields, there is pause and fluctuation; but, for
Maillard, no return. He persuades his Menads, clamorous for arms and the
Arsenal, that no arms are in the Arsenal; that an unarmed attitude, and
petition to a National Assembly, will be the best: he hastily nominates
or sanctions generalesses, captains of tens and fifties;--and so, in
loosest-flowing order, to the rhythm of some 'eight drums' (having laid
aside his own), with the Bastille Volunteers bringing up his rear, once
more takes the road.

Chaillot, which will promptly yield baked loaves, is not plundered; nor