States-General (with a Political Millennium) are now certain; nay, it shall be announced, in our fond haste, for January next: and all, as the Langres man said, is 'going to go.' To the prophetic glance of Besenval, one other thing is too apparent: that Friend Lamoignon cannot keep his Keepership.

Neither he nor War-minister Comte de Brienne! Already old Foulon, with an eye to be war-minister himself, is making underground movements.

This is that same Foulon named ame damnee du Parlement; a man grown gray in treachery, in griping, projecting, intriguing and iniquity: who once when it was objected, to some finance-scheme of his, "What will the people do ?"--made answer, in the fire of discussion, "The people may eat grass:" hasty words, which fly abroad irrevocable,--and will send back tidings! Foulon, to the relief of the world, fails on this occasion; and will always fail.

Nevertheless it steads not M.de Lamoignon.

It steads not the doomed man that he have interviews with the King; and be 'seen to return radieux,' emitting rays.