PARIS AT THE BEGINNING‘ OF 1792. 3
masses. In 1792, irreligion and atheism have wrought their havoc. In 1789, the most ardent revolutionists, Marat, Danton, Robespierre, were all royalists.' At the beginning of 1792, the repub- lic begins to show its face beneath the monarchical mask.
The Tuileries, menaced by the neighboring lanes of the Carrousel and the Palais Royal, resembles a besieged fortress. The Revolution daily augments its trenches and parallels around the sanctuary of the monarchy. Its barracks are the faubourgs; its sol- diers, red—bo11neted pikemen. Louis XVI. in his palace is like a general-in-chief in a stronghold, who should have Voluntarily dampened his powder, spiked his cannon, and torn his ﬂags. He no longer inspires his troops with conﬁdence. A capitulation seems imminent. The unfortunate monarch still hopes vaguely for assistance from abroad, for the arrival of some liberating army. Vain hope! He is blockaded in his castle, an.d the moment is at hand when he will be compelled to play the buffoon in a red bonnet.
Glance at the palace and see how closely it is hemmed in by the earthworks of the Revolution. The abode of luxury and display, intended for fétes rather than for war, Philibert Delorme’s chef- d’aeuvre has in its architecture none of those means of defence by wh.ich the military and feudal sover- cignties of old times fortiﬁed their dwellings. On the side of the courtyards a multitude of little