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to support himself by his pen.
Mirabeau was in Berlin, in a sort of semi-diplomatic position, when the
Assembly of Notables was convened. His keen prescience and
profound sagacity induced him to return to his distracted country,
where he knew his services would soon be required. Though debauched,
extravagant, and unscrupulous, he was not unpatriotic. He had an
intense hatred of feudalism, and saw in its varied inequalities the chief
source of the national calamities. His detestation of feudal injustices
was intensified by his personal sufferings in the various castles where
he had been confined by arbitrary power. At this period, the whole
tendency of his writings was towards the destruction of the _ancien
régime_, He breathed defiance, scorn, and hatred against the very class
to which he belonged. He was a Catiline,--an aristocratic demagogue,
revolutionary in his spirit and aims; so that he was mistrusted, feared,
and detested by the ruling powers, and by the aristocracy generally,
while he was admired and flattered by the people, who were tolerant of
his vices and imperious temper.
On the wretched failure of the Assembly of the Notables, the prime
minister, Necker, advised the King to assemble the States-General,--the
three orders of the State: the nobles, the clergy, and a representation of
the people. It seemed to the Government impossible to proceed longer,
amid universal distress and hopeless financial embarrassment, without
the aid and advice of this body, which had not been summoned for one
hundred and fifty years.
It became, of course, an object of ambition to Count Mirabeau to have a
seat in this illustrious assembly. To secure this, he renounced his rank,
became a plebeian, solicited the votes of the people, and was elected a
deputy both from Marseilles and Aix. He chose Aix, and his great
career began with the meeting of the States-General at Versailles, the
5th of May, 1789. It was composed of three hundred nobles, three
hundred priests, and six hundred deputies of the third estate,--twelve

hundred in all. It is generally conceded that these representatives of the
three orders were on the whole a very respectable body of men,
patriotic and incorruptible, but utterly deficient in political experience
and in powers of debate. The deputies were largely composed of
country lawyers, honest, but as conceited as they were inexperienced.
The vanity of Frenchmen is so inordinate that nearly every man in the
assembly felt quite competent to govern the nation or frame a
constitution. Enthusiasm and hope animated the whole assembly, and
everybody saw in this States-General the inauguration of a glorious
future.
One of the most brilliant and impressive chapters in Carlyle's "French
Revolution"--that great prose poem--is devoted to the procession of the
three orders from the church of St. Louis to the church of Notre Dame,
to celebrate the Mass, parts of which I quote.
"Shouts rend the air; one shout, at which Grecian birds might drop dead.
It is indeed a stately, solemn sight. The Elected of France and then the
Court of France; they are marshalled, and march there, all in prescribed
place and costume. Our Commons in plain black mantle and white
cravat; Noblesse in gold-worked, bright-dyed cloaks of velvet,
resplendent, rustling with laces, waving with plumes; the Clergy in
rochet, alb, and other clerical insignia; lastly the King himself and
household, in their brightest blaze of pomp,--their brightest and final
one. Which of the six hundred individuals in plain white cravats that
have come up to regenerate France might one guess would become
their king? For a king or a leader they, as all bodies of men, must have.
He with the thick locks, will it be? Through whose shaggy beetle-brows,
and rough-hewn, seamed, carbuncled face, there look natural ugliness,
small-pox, incontinence, bankruptcy,--and burning fire of genius? It is
Gabriel Honoré Riquetti de Mirabeau; man-ruling deputy of Aix! Yes,
that is the Type-Frenchman of this epoch; as Voltaire was of the last.
He is French in his aspirations, acquisitions, in his virtues and vices.
Mark him well. The National Assembly were all different without that
one; nay, he might say with old Despot,--The National Assembly? I am
that.

"Now, if Mirabeau is the greatest of these six hundred, who may be the
meanest? Shall we say that anxious, slight, ineffectual-looking man,
under thirty, in spectacles, his eyes troubled, careful; with upturned
face, snuffing dimly the uncertain future time; complexion of a
multiplex atrabilious color, the final shade of which may be pale
sea-green? That greenish-colored individual is an advocate of Arras; his
name is Maximilien Robespierre.
"Between which extremes of grandest and meanest, so many grand and
mean, roll on towards their several destinies in that procession. There is
experienced Mounier, whose presidential parliamentary experience the
stream of things shall soon leave stranded. A Pétion has left his gown
and