It is singular how undetermined are not only the characters of the French Revolution, but even the spelling of their names.

With the historians it is Vergniau_d_,--with the journalists of the time it is Vorgniau_x_.

With one authority it is Robespierre,--with another Robe_r_spierre.) Scarce had this gruff and iron minion of the tyrant stalked through the throng, than a new movement of respect and agitation and fear swayed the increasing crowd, as there glided in, with the noiselessness of a shadow, a smiling, sober citizen, plainly but neatly clad, with a downcast humble eye.

A milder, meeker face no pastoral poet could assign to Corydon or Thyrsis,--why did the crowd shrink and hold their breath?
As the ferret in a burrow crept that slight form amongst the larger and rougher creatures that huddled and pressed back on each other as he passed.

A wink of his stealthy eye, and the huge Jacobins left the passage clear, without sound or question.