I anticipate the
day of his arrival. He will make his public entry into London on one of
the pale horses of his brewery. As he knows that we are pleased with the
Paris taste for the orders of knighthood,[13] he will fling a bloody
sash across his shoulders, with the order of the holy guillotine
surmounting the crown appendant to the riband. Thus adorned, he will
proceed from Whitechapel to the further end of Pall Mall, all the music
of London playing the Marseillaise Hymn before him, and escorted by a
chosen detachment of the _Legion de l'Echafaud_. It were only to be
wished that no ill-fated loyalist, for the imprudence of his zeal, may
stand in the pillory at Charing Cross, under the statue of King Charles
the First, at the time of this grand procession, lest some of the rotten
eggs which the Constitutional Society shall let fly at his indiscreet
head may hit the virtuous murderer of his king. They might soil the
state dress which the ministers of so many crowned heads have admired,
and in which Sir Clement Cotterel is to introduce him at St. James's.
If Santerre cannot be spared from the constitutional butcheries at home,
Tallien may supply his place, and, in point of figure, with advantage.
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