And so Necker, Atlas-like, sustains the burden of the Finances, for five years long?
(Till May, 1781.) Without wages, for he refused such; cheered only by Public Opinion, and the ministering of his noble Wife.

With many thoughts in him, it is hoped;--which, however, he is shy of uttering.

His Compte Rendu, published by the royal permission, fresh sign of a New Era, shows wonders;--which what but the genius of some Atlas-Necker can prevent from becoming portents?
In Necker's head too there is a whole pacific French Revolution, of its kind; and in that taciturn dull depth, or deep dulness, ambition enough.
Meanwhile, alas, his Fotunatus' Purse turns out to be little other than the old 'vectigal of Parsimony.' Nay, he too has to produce his scheme of taxing: Clergy, Noblesse to be taxed; Provincial Assemblies, and the rest,--like a mere Turgot! The expiring M.de Maurepas must gyrate one other time.

Let Necker also depart; not unlamented.
Great in a private station, Necker looks on from the distance; abiding his time.

'Eighty thousand copies' of his new Book, which he calls Administration des Finances, will be sold in few days.