Constitution-Articles of ours; the 'mixed qualified Acceptance,' with
its peradventures, is satisfactory to neither gods nor men.

So much is clear. And yet there is more, which no man speaks, which all
men now vaguely understand. Disquietude, absence of mind is on every
face; Members whisper, uneasily come and go: the order of the day is
evidently not the day's want. Till at length, from the outer gates, is
heard a rustling and justling, shrill uproar and squabbling, muffled by
walls; which testifies that the hour is come! Rushing and crushing one
hears now; then enter Usher Maillard, with a Deputation of Fifteen
muddy dripping Women,--having by incredible industry, and aid of all the
macers, persuaded the rest to wait out of doors. National Assembly shall
now, therefore, look its august task directly in the face: regenerative
Constitutionalism has an unregenerate Sansculottism bodily in front of
it; crying, "Bread! Bread!"

Shifty Maillard, translating frenzy into articulation; repressive with
the one hand, expostulative with the other, does his best; and really,
though not bred to public speaking, manages rather well:--In the present
dreadful rarity of grains, a Deputation of Female Citizens has, as the
august Assembly can discern, come out from Paris to petition. Plots of
Aristocrats are too evident in the matter; for example, one miller has
been bribed 'by a banknote of 200 livres' not to grind,--name unknown to
the Usher, but fact provable, at least indubitable. Further, it
seems, the National Cockade has been trampled on; also there are
Black Cockades, or were. All which things will not an august
National Assembly, the hope of France, take into its wise immediate
consideration?

And Menadic Hunger, impressible, crying "Black Cockades," crying "Bread,