hatred　of　the　excesses　that　tempt　to　love　and　wine；　would；　had　he
  died　five　years　earlier；　have　left　him　the　model　for　prudent
  fathers　and　careful　citizens　to　place　before　their　sons。　　Such
  was　the　man　who　seemed　to　have　no　vice；　till　circumstance；　that
  hotbed；　brought　forth　the　two　which；　in　ordinary　times；　lie　ever
  the　deepest　and　most　latent　in　a　man's　heart；Cowardice　and
  Envy。　　To　one　of　these　sources　is　to　be　traced　every　murder　that
  master…fiend　committed。　　His　cowardice　was　of　a　peculiar　and
  strange　sort；　for　it　was　accompanied　with　the　most　unscrupulous
  and　determined　WILL；a　will　that　Napoleon　reverenced；　a　will　of
  iron；　and　yet　nerves　of　aspen。　　Mentally；　he　was　a　hero；
  physically；　a　dastard。　　When　the　veriest　shadow　of　danger
  threatened　his　person；　the　frame　cowered；　but　the　will　swept　the
  danger　to　the　slaughter…house。　　So　there　he　sat；　bolt　upright；
  his　small；　lean　fingers　clenched　convulsively；　his　sullen　eyes
  straining　into　space；　their　whites　yellowed　with　streaks　of
  corrupt　blood；　his　ears　literally　moving　to　and　fro；　like　the
  ignobler　animals'；　to　catch　every　sound；a　Dionysius　in　his
  cave；　but　his　posture　decorous　and　collected；　and　every　formal
  hair　in　its　frizzled　place。
  〃Yes；　yes；〃　he　said　in　a　muttered　tone；　〃I　hear　them；　my　good
  Jacobins　are　at　their　post　on　the　stairs。　　Pity　they　swear　so！　　I
  have　a　law　against　oaths；the　manners　of　the　poor　and　virtuous
  people　must　be　reformed。　　When　all　is　safe；　an　example　or　two
  amongst　those　good　Jacobins　would　make　effect。　　Faithful　fellows；
  how　they　love　me！　　Hum！what　an　oath　was　that！they　need　not
  swear　so　loud；upon　the　very　staircase；　too！　　It　detracts　from
  my　reputation。　　Ha！　steps！〃
  The　soliloquist　glanced　at　the　opposite　mirror；　and　took　up　a
  volume；　he　seemed　absorbed　in　its　contents；　as　a　tall　fellow；　a
  bludgeon　in　his　hand；　a　girdle　adorned　with　pistols　round　his
  waist；　opened　the　door；　and　announced　two　visitors。　　The　one　was
  a　young　man；　said　to　resemble　Robespierre　in　person；　but　of　a　far
  more　decided　and　resolute　expression　of　countenance。　　He　entered
  first；　and；　looking　over　the　volume　in　Robespierre's　hand；　for
  the　latter　seemed　still　intent　on　his　lecture；　exclaimed；
  〃What！　　Rousseau's　Heloise？　　A　love…tale！〃
  〃Dear　Payan；　it　is　not　the　love；it　is　the　philosophy　that
  charms　me。　　What　noble　sentiments！what　ardour　of　virtue！　　If
  Jean　Jacques　had　but　lived　to　see　this　day！〃
  While　the　Dictator　thus　commented　on　his　favourite　author；　whom
  in　his　orations　he　laboured　hard　to　imitate；　the　second　visitor
  was　wheeled　into　the　room　in　a　chair。　　This　man　was　also　in　what；
  to　most；　is　the　prime　of　life；namely；　about　thirty…eight；　but
  he　was　literally　dead　in　the　lower　limbs：　　crippled；　paralytic；
  distorted；　he　was　yet；　as　the　time　soon　came　to　tell　him；a
  Hercules　in　Crime！　　But　the　sweetest　of　human　smiles　dwelt　upon
  his　lips；　a　beauty　almost　angelic　characterised　his　features
  （〃Figure　d'ange；〃　says　one　of　his　contemporaries；　in　describing
  Couthon。　　The　address；　drawn　up　most　probably　by　Payan　（Thermidor
  9）；　after　the　arrest　of　Robespierre；　thus　mentions　his　crippled
  colleague：　　〃Couthon；　ce　citoyen　vertueux；　QUI　N'A　QUE　LE　COEUR
  ET　LA　TETE　DE　VIVANS；　mais　qui　les　a　brulants　de　patriotisme〃
  （Couthon；　that　virtuous　citizen；　who　has　but　the　head　and　the
  heart　of　the　living；　yet　possesses　these　all　on　flame　with
  patriotism。））；　an　inexpressible　aspect　of　kindness；　and　the
  resignation　of　suffering　but　cheerful　benignity；　stole　into　the
  hearts　of　those　who　for　the　first　time　beheld　him。　　With　the　most
  caressing；　silver；　flute…like　voice；　Citizen　Couthon　saluted　the
  admirer　of　Jean　Jacques。
  〃Nay；do　not　say　that　it　is　not　the　LOVE　that　attracts　thee；　it
  IS　the　love！　but　not　the　gross；　sensual　attachment　of　man　for
  woman。　　No！　the　sublime　affection　for　the　whole　human　race；　and
  indeed；　for　all　that　lives！〃
  And　Citizen　Couthon；　bending　down；　fondled　the　little　spaniel
  that　he　invariably　carried　in　his　bosom；　even　to　the　Convention；
  as　a　vent　for　the　exuberant　sensibilities　which　overflowed　his
  affectionate　heart。　　（This　tenderness　for　some　pet　animal　was　by
  no　means　peculiar　to　Couthon；　it　seems　rather　a　common　fashion
  with　the　gentle　butchers　of　the　Revolution。　　M。　George　Duval
  informs　us　（〃Souvenirs　de　la　Terreur；〃　volume　iii　page　183）　that
  Chaumette　had　an　aviary；　to　which　he　devoted　his　harmless
  leisure；　the　murderous　Fournier　carried　on　his　shoulders　a　pretty
  little　squirrel；　attached　by　a　silver　chain；　Panis　bestowed　the
  superfluity　of　his　affections　upon　two　gold　pheasants；　and　Marat；
  who　would　not　abate　one　of　the　three　hundred　thousand　heads　he
  demanded；　REARED　DOVES！　　Apropos　of　the　spaniel　of　Couthon；　Duval
  gives　us　an　amusing　anecdote　of　Sergent；　not　one　of　the　least
  relentless　agents　of　the　massacre　of　September。　　A　lady　came　to
  implore　his　protection　for　one　of　her　relations　confined　in　the
  Abbaye。　　He　scarcely　deigned　to　speak　to　her。　　As　she　retired　in
  despair；　she　trod　by　accident　on　the　paw　of　his　favourite
  spaniel。　　Sergent；　turning　round；　enraged　and　furious；　exclaimed；
  〃MADAM；　HAVE　YOU　NO　HUMANITY？〃）
  〃Yes；　for　all　that　lives；〃　repeated　Robespierre；　tenderly。　　〃Good
  Couthon；poor　Couthon！　　Ah；　the　malice　of　men！how　we　are
  misrepresented！　　To　be　calumniated　as　the　executioners　of　our
  colleagues！　　Ah；　it　is　THAT　which　pierces　the　heart！　　To　be　an
  object　of　terror　to　the　enemies　of　our　country；THAT　is　noble；
  but　to　be　an　object　of　terror　to　the　good；　the　patriotic；　to
  those　one　loves　and　reveres；THAT　is　the　most　terrible　of　human
  tortures　at　least；　to　a　susceptible　and　honest　heart！〃　　（Not　to
  fatigue　the　reader　with　annotations；　I　may　here　observe　that
  nearly　every　sentiment　ascribed　in　the　text　to　Robespierre　is　to
  be　found　expressed　in　his　various　discourses。）
  〃How　I　love　to　hear　him！〃　ejaculated　Couthon。
  〃Hem！〃　said　Payan；　with　some　impatience。　　〃But　now　to　business！〃
  〃Ah；　to　business！〃　said　Robespierre；　with　a　sinister　glance　from
  his　bloodshot　eyes。
  〃The　time　has　come；〃　said　Payan；　〃when　the　safety　of　the　Republic
  demands　a　complete　concentration　of　its　power。　　These　brawlers　of
  the　Comite　du　Salut　Public　can　only　destroy；　they　cannot
  construct。　　They　hated　you；　Maximilien；　from　the　moment　you
  attempted　to　replace　anarcy　by　institutions。　　How　they　mock　at
  the　festival　which　proclaimed　the　acknowledgment　of　a　Supreme
  Being：　　they　would　have　no　ruler；　even　in　heaven！　　Your　clear　and
  vigorous　intellect　saw　that；　having　wrecked　an　old　world；　it
  became　necessary　to　shape　a　new　one。　　The　first　step　towards
  construction　must　be　to　destroy　the　destroyers。　　While　we
  deliberate；　your　enemies　act。　　Better　this　very　night　to　attack
  the　handful　of　gensdarmes　that　guard　them；　than　to　confront　the
  battalions　they　may　raise　to…morrow。〃
  〃No；〃　said　Robespierre；　who　recoiled　before　the　determined　spirit
  of　Payan；　〃I　have　a　better　and　safer　plan。　　This　is　the　6th　of
  Thermidor；　on　the　10thon　the　10th；　the　Convention　go　in　a　body
  to　the　Fete　Decadaire。　　A　mob　shall　form；　the　canonniers；　the
  troops　of　Henriot；　the　young　pupils　de　l'Ecole　de　Mars；　shall　mix
  in　the　crowd。　　Easy；　then；　to　strike　the　conspirators　whom　we
  shall　designate　to　our　agents。　　On　the　same　day；　too；　Fouquier
  and　Dumas　shall　not　rest；　and　a　sufficient　number　of　'the
  suspect'　to　maintain　salutary　awe；　and　keep　up　the　revolutionary
  excitement；　shall　perish　by　the　glaive　of　the　law。　　The　10th
  shall　be　the　great　day　of　action。　　Payan；　of　these　last　culprits；
  have　you　prepared　a　list？〃
  〃It　is　here；〃　returned　Payan；　laconically；　presenting　a　paper。
  Robespierre　glanced　over　it　rapidly。　　〃Collot　d'Herbois！good！
  Barrere！ay；　it　was　Barrere　who　said；　'Let　us　strike：　　the　dead
  alone　never　return。'　　（〃Frappons！　il　n'y　a　que　les　morts　qui　ne
  revient　pas。〃Barrere。）　　Vadier；　the　savage　jester！goodgood！
  Vadier　of　the　Mountain。　　He　has　called　me　'Mahomet！'　　Scelerat！
  blasphemer！〃
  〃Mahomet　is　coming　to　the　Mountain；〃　said　Couthon；　with　his
  silvery　accent；　as　he　caressed　his　spaniel。
  〃But　how　is　this？　　I　do　not　see　the　name　of　Tallien？　　Tallien；I
  hate　that　man；　that　is；〃　said　Robespierre；　correcting　himself
  with　the　hypocrisy　or　self…deceit　which　those　who　formed　the
  council　of　this　phrase…monger　exhibited　habitually；　even　among
  themselves；〃that　is；　Virtue　and　our　Country　hate　him！　　There　is
  no　man　in　the　whole　Convention　who　inspires　me　with　the　same
  horror　as　Tallien。　　Couthon；　I　see　a　thousand　Dantons　where
  Tallien　sits！〃
  〃Tallien　has　the　only　head　that　belongs　to　this　deformed　body；〃
  said　Payan；　whose　ferocity　and　crime；　like　those　of　St。　Just；
  were　not　unaccompanied　by　talents　of　no　common　order。　　〃Were　it
  not　better　to　draw　away　the　head；　to　win；　to　buy　him；　for　the
  time；　and　dispose　of　him　better　when　left　alone？　　He　may　hate
  YOU；　but　he　loves　MONEY！〃
  〃No；〃　said　Robespierre；　writing　down　the　name　of　Jean　Lambert
  Tallie