YOU；　but　he　loves　MONEY！〃
  〃No；〃　said　Robespierre；　writing　down　the　name　of　Jean　Lambert
  Tallien；　with　a　slow　hand　that　shaped　each　letter　with　stern
  distinctness；　〃that　one　head　IS　MY　NECESSITY！〃
  〃I　have　a　SMALL　list　here；〃　said　Couthon；　sweetly；〃a　VERY　small
  list。　　You　are　dealing　with　the　Mountain；　it　is　necessary　to　make
  a　few　examples　in　the　Plain。　　These　moderates　are　as　straws　which
  follow　the　wind。　　They　turned　against　us　yesterday　in　the
  Convention。　　A　little　terror　will　correct　the　weathercocks。　　Poor
  creatures！　　I　owe　them　no　ill…will；　I　could　weep　for　them。　　But
  before　all；　la　chere　patrie！〃
  The　terrible　glance　of　Robespierre　devoured　the　list　which　the
  man　of　sensibility　submitted　to　him。　　〃Ah；　these　are　well　chosen；
  men　not　of　mark　enough　to　be　regretted；　which　is　the　best　policy
  with　the　relics　of　that　party；　some　foreigners　too；yes；　THEY
  have　no　parents　in　Paris。　　These　wives　and　parents　are　beginning
  to　plead　against　us。　　Their　complaints　demoralise　the
  guillotine！〃
  〃Couthon　is　right；〃　said　Payan；　〃MY　list　contains　those　whom　it
  will　be　safer　to　despatch　en　masse　in　the　crowd　assembled　at　the
  Fete。　　HIS　list　selects　those　whom　we　may　prudently　consign　to
  the　law。　　Shall　it　not　be　signed　at　once？〃
  〃It　IS　signed；〃　said　Robespierre；　formally　replacing　his　pen　upon
  the　inkstand。　　〃Now　to　more　important　matters。　　These　deaths　will
  create　no　excitement；　but　Collot　d'Herbois；　Bourdon　De　l'Oise；
  Tallien；〃　the　last　name　Robespierre　gasped　as　he　pronounced；
  〃THEY　are　the　heads　of　parties。　　This　is　life　or　death　to　us　as
  well　as　them。〃
  〃Their　heads　are　the　footstools　to　your　curule　chair；〃　said
  Payan；　in　a　half　whisper。　　〃There　is　no　danger　if　we　are　bold。
  Judges；　juries；　all　have　been　your　selection。　　You　seize　with　one
  hand　the　army；　with　the　other；　the　law。　　Your　voice　yet　commands
  the　people〃
  〃The　poor　and　virtuous　people；〃　murmured　Robespierre。
  〃And　even；〃　continued　Payan；　〃if　our　design　at　the　Fete　fail　us；
  we　must　not　shrink　from　the　resources　still　at　our　command。
  Reflect！　　Henriot；　the　general　of　the　Parisian　army；　furnishes
  you　with　troops　to　arrest；　the　Jacobin　Club　with　a　public　to
  approve；　inexorable　Dumas　with　judges　who　never　acquit。　　We　must
  be　bold！〃
  〃And　we　ARE　bold；〃　exclaimed　Robespierre；　with　sudden　passion；
  and　striking　his　hand　on　the　table　as　he　rose；　with　his　crest
  erect；　as　a　serpent　in　the　act　to　strike。　　〃In　seeing　the
  multitude　of　vices　that　the　revolutionary　torrent　mingles　with
  civic　virtues；　I　tremble　to　be　sullied　in　the　eyes　of　posterity
  by　the　impure　neighbourhood　of　these　perverse　men　who　thrust
  themselves　among　the　sincere　defenders　of　humanity。　　What！they
  think　to　divide　the　country　like　a　booty！　　I　thank　them　for　their
  hatred　to　all　that　is　virtuous　and　worthy！　　These　men；〃and　he
  grasped　the　list　of　Payan　in　his　hand；〃these！not　WEhave
  drawn　the　line　of　demarcation　between　themselves　and　the　lovers
  of　France！〃
  〃True；　we　must　reign　alone！〃　muttered　Payan；　〃in　other　words；　the
  state　needs　unity　of　will；〃　working；　with　his　strong　practical
  mind；　the　corollary　from　the　logic　of　his　word…compelling
  colleague。
  〃I　will　go　to　the　Convention；〃　continued　Robespierre。　　〃I　have
  absented　myself　too　long；lest　I　might　seem　to　overawe　the
  Republic　that　I　have　created。　　Away　with　such　scruples！　　I　will
  prepare　the　people！　　I　will　blast　the　traitors　with　a　look！〃
  He　spoke　with　the　terrible　firmness　of　the　orator　that　had　never
  failed；of　the　moral　will　that　marched　like　a　warrior　on　the
  cannon。　　At　that　instant　he　was　interrupted；　a　letter　was　brought
  to　him：　　he　opened　it；his　face　fell；　he　shook　from　limb　to
  limb；　it　was　one　of　the　anonymous　warnings　by　which　the　hate　and
  revenge　of　those　yet　left　alive　to　threaten　tortured　the　death…
  giver。
  〃Thou　art　smeared；〃　ran　the　lines；　〃with　the　best　blood　of
  France。　　Read　thy　sentence！　　I　await　the　hour　when　the　people
  shall　knell　thee　to　the　doomsman。　　If　my　hope　deceive　me；　if
  deferred　too　long；hearken；　read！　　This　hand；　which　thine　eyes
  shall　search　in　vain　to　discover；　shall　pierce　thy　heart。　　I　see
  thee　every　day；I　am　with　thee　every　day。　　At　each　hour　my　arm
  rises　against　thy　breast。　　Wretch！　live　yet　awhile；　though　but
  for　few　and　miserable　dayslive　to　think　of　me；　sleep　to　dream
  of　me！　　Thy　terror　and　thy　thought　of　me　are　the　heralds　of　thy
  doom。　　Adieu！　this　day　itself　I　go　forth　to　riot　on　thy　fears！〃
  （See　〃Papiers　inedits　trouves　chez　Robespierre；〃　etc。；　volume　ii。
  page　155。　　（No。　lx。））
  〃Your　lists　are　not　full　enough！〃　said　the　tyrant；　with　a　hollow
  voice；　as　the　paper　dropped　from　his　trembling　hand。　　〃Give　them
  to　me！give　them　to　me！　　Think　again；　think　again！　　Barrere　is
  rightright！　'Frappons！　il　n'y　a　que　les　morts　qui　ne　revient
  pas！'〃
  CHAPTER　7。II。
  La　haine；　dans　ces　lieux；　n'a　qu'un　glaive　assassin。
  Elle　marche　dans　l'ombre。
  La　Harpe；　〃Jeanne　de　Naples；〃　Act　iv。　sc。　1。
  （Hate；　in　these　regions；　has　but　the　sword　of　the　assassin。　　She
  moves　in　the　shade。）
  While　such　the　designs　and　fears　of　Maximilien　Robespierre；
  common　danger；　common　hatred；　whatever　was　yet　left　of　mercy　or
  of　virtue　in　the　agents　of　the　Revolution；　served　to　unite
  strange　opposites　in　hostility　to　the　universal　death…dealer。
  There　was；　indeed；　an　actual　conspiracy　at　work　against　him　among
  men　little　less　bespattered　than　himself　with　innocent　blood。
  But　that　conspiracy　would　have　been　idle　of　itself；　despite　the
  abilities　of　Tallien　and　Barras　（the　only　men　whom　it　comprised；
  worthy；　by　foresight　and　energy；　the　names　of　〃leaders〃）。　　The
  sure　and　destroying　elements　that　gathered　round　the　tyrant　were
  Time　and　Nature；　the　one；　which　he　no　longer　suited；　the　other；
  which　he　had　outraged　and　stirred　up　in　the　human　breast。　　The
  most　atrocious　party　of　the　Revolution；　the　followers　of　Hebert；
  gone　to　his　last　account；　the　butcher…atheists；　who；　in
  desecrating　heaven　and　earth；　still　arrogated　inviolable　sanctity
  to　themselves；　were　equally　enraged　at　the　execution　of　their
  filthy　chief；　and　the　proclamation　of　a　Supreme　Being。　　The
  populace；　brutal　as　it　had　been；　started　as　from　a　dream　of
  blood；　when　their　huge　idol；　Danton；　no　longer　filled　the　stage
  of　terror；　rendering　crime　popular　by　that　combination　of
  careless　frankness　and　eloquent　energy　which　endears　their　heroes
  to　the　herd。　　The　glaive　of　the　guillotine　had　turned　against
  THEMSELVES。　　They　had　yelled　and　shouted；　and　sung　and　danced；
  when　the　venerable　age；　or　the　gallant　youth；　of　aristocracy　or
  letters；　passed　by　their　streets　in　the　dismal　tumbrils；　but　they
  shut　up　their　shops；　and　murmured　to　each　other；　when　their　own
  order　was　invaded；　and　tailors　and　cobblers；　and　journeymen　and
  labourers；　were　huddled　off　to　the　embraces　of　the　〃Holy　Mother
  Guillotine；〃　with　as　little　ceremony　as　if　they　had　been　the
  Montmorencies　or　the　La　Tremouilles；　the　Malesherbes　or　the
  Lavoisiers。　　〃At　this　time；〃　said　Couthon；　justly；　〃Les　ombres　de
  Danton；　d'Hebert；　de　Chaumette；　se　promenent　parmi　nous！〃　（The
  shades　of　Danton；　Hebert；　and　Chaumette　walk　amongst　us。）
  Among　those　who　had　shared　the　doctrines；　and　who　now　dreaded　the
  fate　of　the　atheist　Hebert；　was　the　painter；　Jean　Nicot。
  Mortified　and　enraged　to　find　that；　by　the　death　of　his　patron；
  his　career　was　closed；　and　that；　in　the　zenith　of　the　Revolution
  for　which　he　had　laboured；　he　was　lurking　in　caves　and　cellars；
  more　poor；　more　obscure；　more　despicable　than　he　had　been　at　the
  commencement；not　daring　to　exercise　even　his　art；　and　fearful
  every　hour　that　his　name　would　swell　the　lists　of　the　condemned；
  he　was　naturally　one　of　the　bitterest　enemies　of　Robespierre
  and　his　government。　　He　held　secret　meetings　with　Collot
  d'Herbois；　who　was　animated　by　the　same　spirit；　and　with　the
  creeping　and　furtive　craft　that　characterised　his　abilities；　he
  contrived；　undetected；　to　disseminate　tracts　and　invectives
  against　the　Dictator；　and　to　prepare；　amidst　〃the　poor　and
  virtuous　people；〃　the　train　for　the　grand　explosion。　　But　still
  so　firm　to　the　eyes；　even　of　profounder　politicians　than　Jean
  Nicot；　appeared　the　sullen　power　of　the　incorruptible　Maximilien；
  so　timorous　was　the　movement　against　him；that　Nicot；　in　common
  with　many　others；　placed　his　hopes　rather　in　the　dagger　of　the
  assassin　than　the　revolt　of　the　multitude。　　But　Nicot；　though　not
  actually　a　coward；　shrunk　himself　from　braving　the　fate　of　the
  martyr；　he　had　sense　enough　to　see　that；　though　all　parties　might
  rejoice　in　the　assassination；　all　parties　would　probably　concur
  in　beheading　the　assassin。　　He　had　not　the　virtue　to　become　a
  Brutus。　　His　object　was　to　inspire　a　proxy…Brutus；　and　in　the
  centre　of　that　inflammable　population　this　was　no　improbable
  hope。
  Amongst　those　loudest　and　sternest　against　the　reign　of　blood；
  amongst　those　most　disenchanted　of　the　Revolution；　amongst　those
  most　app