(February, 1778.) What an outburst! Sneering Paris has suddenly grown reverent; devotional with Hero-worship.

Nobles have disguised themselves as tavern-waiters to obtain sight of him: the loveliest of France would lay their hair beneath his feet.

'His chariot is the nucleus of a comet; whose train fills whole streets:' they crown him in the theatre, with immortal vivats; 'finally stifle him under roses,'-- for old Richelieu recommended opium in such state of the nerves, and the excessive Patriarch took too much.

Her Majesty herself had some thought of sending for him; but was dissuaded.

Let Majesty consider it, nevertheless.