Chapter 3.3.V.

Sansculottism Accoutred.

Let us look, however, at the grand internal Sansculottism and

Revolution Prodigy, whether it stirs and waxes: there and not

elsewhere hope may still be for France. The Revolution Prodigy,

as Decree after Decree issues from the Mountain, like creative

_fiats_, accordant with the nature of the Thing,—is shaping

itself rapidly, in these days, into terrific stature and

articulation, limb after limb. Last March, 1792, we saw all

France flowing in blind terror; shutting town-barriers, boiling

pitch for Brigands: happier, this March, that it is a seeing

terror; that a creative Mountain exists, which can say _fiat!_

Recruitment proceeds with fierce celerity: nevertheless our

Volunteers hesitate to set out, till Treason be punished at home;

they do not fly to the frontiers; but only fly hither and

thither, demanding and denouncing. The Mountain must speak new

_fiat_, and new _fiats_.

And does it not speak such? Take, as first example, those

_Comités Révolutionnaires_ for the arrestment of Persons Suspect.

Revolutionary Committee, of Twelve chosen Patriots, sits in every

Township of France; examining the Suspect, seeking arms, making

domiciliary visits and arrestments;—caring, generally, that the

Republic suffer no detriment. Chosen by universal suffrage, each

in its Section, they are a kind of elixir of Jacobinism; some

Forty-four Thousand of them awake and alive over France! In Paris

and all Towns, every house-door must have the names of the

inmates legibly printed on it, “at a height not exceeding five

feet from the ground;” every Citizen must produce his

certificatory _Carte de Civisme_, signed by Section-President;

every man be ready to give account of the faith that is in him.

Persons Suspect had as well depart this soil of Liberty! And yet

departure too is bad: all Emigrants are declared Traitors, their

property become National; they are “dead in Law,”—save indeed

that for _our_ behoof they shall “live yet fifty years in Law,”

and what heritages may fall to them in that time become National

too! A mad vitality of Jacobinism, with Forty-four Thousand

centres of activity, circulates through all fibres of France.

Very notable also is the _Tribunal Extraordinaire:_[630] decreed

by the Mountain; some Girondins dissenting, for surely such a

Court contradicts every formula;—other Girondins assenting, nay

co-operating, for do not we all hate Traitors, O ye people of

Paris?—Tribunal of the Seventeenth in Autumn last was swift; but

this shall be swifter. Five Judges; a standing Jury, which is

named from Paris and the Neighbourhood, that there be not delay

in naming it: they are subject to no Appeal; to hardly any

Law-forms, but must “get themselves convinced” in all readiest

ways; and for security are bound “to vote audibly;” audibly, in

the hearing of a Paris Public. This is the _Tribunal

Extraordinaire;_ which, in few months, getting into most lively

action, shall be entitled _Tribunal Revolutionnaire;_ as indeed

it from the very first has entitled itself: with a Herman or a

Dumas for Judge President, with a Fouquier-Tinville for

Attorney-General, and a Jury of such as Citizen Leroi, who has

surnamed himself _Dix-Août_, “Leroi _August-Tenth_,” it will

become the wonder of the world. Herein has Sansculottism

fashioned for itself a Sword of Sharpness: a weapon magical;

tempered in the Stygian hell-waters; to the edge of it all

armour, and defence of strength or of cunning shall be soft; it

shall mow down Lives and Brazen-gates; and the waving of it shed

terror through the souls of men.

But speaking of an amorphous Sansculottism taking form, ought we

not above all things to specify how the Amorphous gets itself a

Head? Without metaphor, this Revolution Government continues

hitherto in a very anarchic state. Executive Council of

Ministers, Six in number, there is; but they, especially since

Roland’s retreat, have hardly known whether they were Ministers

or not. Convention Committees sit supreme over them; but then

each Committee as supreme as the others: Committee of Twenty-one,

of Defence, of General Surety; simultaneous or successive, for

specific purposes. The Convention alone is

all-powerful,—especially if the Commune go with it; but is too

numerous for an administrative body. Wherefore, in this perilous

quick-whirling condition of the Republic, before the end of

March, we obtain our small _Comité de Salut Public;_[631] as it

were, for miscellaneous accidental purposes, requiring

despatch;—as it proves, for a sort of universal supervision, and

universal subjection. They are to report weekly, these new

Committee-men; but to deliberate in secret. Their number is Nine,

firm Patriots all, Danton one of them: Renewable every month;—yet

why not reelect them if they turn out well? The flower of the

matter is that they are but nine; that they sit in secret. An

insignificant-looking thing at first, this Committee; but with a

principle of growth in it! Forwarded by fortune, by internal

Jacobin energy, it will reduce all Committees and the Convention

itself to mute obedience, the Six Ministers to Six assiduous

Clerks; and work its will on the Earth and under Heaven, for a

season. “A Committee of Public Salvation,” whereat the world

still shrieks and shudders.

If we call that Revolutionary Tribunal a Sword, which

Sansculottism has provided for itself, then let us call the “Law

of the Maximum,” a Provender-scrip, or Haversack, wherein better

or worse some ration of bread may be found. It is true, Political

Economy, Girondin free-trade, and all law of supply and demand,

are hereby hurled topsyturvy: but what help? Patriotism must

live; the “cupidity of farmers” seems to have no bowels.

Wherefore this Law of the Maximum, fixing the highest price of

grains, is, with infinite effort, got passed;[632] and shall

gradually extend itself into a Maximum for all manner of

_comestibles_ and commodities: with such scrambling and

topsyturvying as may be fancied! For now, if, for example, the

farmer will not sell? The farmer shall be forced to sell. An

accurate Account of what grain he has shall be delivered in to

the Constituted Authorities: let him see that he say not too

much; for in that case, his rents, taxes and contributions will

rise proportionally: let him see that he say not too little; for,

on or before a set day, we shall suppose in April, _less_ than

one-third of this declared quantity, must remain in his barns,

more than two-thirds of it must have been thrashed and sold. One

can denounce him, and raise penalties.

By such inextricable overturning of all Commercial relation will

Sansculottism keep life in; since not otherwise. On the whole, as

Camille Desmoulins says once, ‘while the Sansculottes fight, the

Monsieurs must pay.’ So there come _Impôts Progressifs_,

Ascending Taxes; which consume, with fast-increasing voracity,

and “superfluous-revenue’ of men: beyond fifty-pounds a-year you

are not exempt; rising into the hundreds you bleed freely; into

the thousands and tens of thousands, you bleed gushing. Also

there come Requisitions; there comes “Forced-Loan of a Milliard,”

some Fifty-Millions Sterling; which of course they that _have_

must lend. Unexampled enough: it has grown to be no country for

the Rich, this; but a country for the Poor! And then if one fly,

what steads it? Dead in Law; nay kept alive fifty years yet, for

_their_ accursed behoof! In this manner, therefore, it goes;

topsyturvying, _ça-ira_-ing;—and withal there is endless sale of

Emigrant National-Property, there is Cambon with endless

cornucopia of Assignats. The Trade and Finance of Sansculottism;

and how, with Maximum and Bakers’-queues, with Cupidity, Hunger,

Denunciation and Paper-money, it led its galvanic-life, and began

and ended,—remains the most interesting of all Chapters in

Political Economy: still to be written.

All which things are they not clean against Formula? O Girondin

Friends, it is not a Republic of the Virtues we are getting; but

only a Republic of the Strengths, virtuous and other!

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