341.) finally, his Brother, the Comte de Brienne, shall still continue War-minister.

Buckled-round with such bolsters and huge featherbeds of Promotion, let him now fall as soft as he can! And so Lomenie departs: rich if Court-titles and Money-bonds can enrich him; but if these cannot, perhaps the poorest of all extant men.

'Hissed at by the people of Versailles,' he drives forth to Jardi; southward to Brienne,--for recovery of health.

Then to Nice, to Italy; but shall return; shall glide to and fro, tremulous, faint-twinkling, fallen on awful times: till the Guillotine--snuff out his weak existence?
Alas, worse: for it is blown out, or choked out, foully, pitiably, on the way to the Guillotine! In his Palace of Sens, rude Jacobin Bailiffs made him drink with them from his own wine-cellars, feast with them from his own larder; and on the morrow morning, the miserable old man lies dead.

This is the end of Prime Minister, Cardinal Archbishop Lomenie de Brienne.
Flimsier mortal was seldom fated to do as weighty a mischief; to have a life as despicable-envied, an exit as frightful.