Between which two extremes of grandest and meanest, so many grand and mean roll on, towards their several destinies, in that Procession! There is _Cazalès_, the learned young soldier; who shall become the eloquent orator of Royalism, and earn the shadow of a name. Experienced _Mounier_, experienced _Malouet;_ whose Presidential Parlementary experience the stream of things shall soon leave stranded. A Pétion has left his gown and briefs at Chartres for a stormier sort of pleading; has not forgotten his violin, being fond of music. His hair is grizzled, though he is still young: convictions, beliefs, placid-unalterable are in that man; not hindmost of them, belief in himself. A Protestant-clerical _Rabaut-St.-Etienne_, a slender young eloquent and vehement _Barnave_, will help to regenerate France. There are so many of them young. Till thirty the Spartans did not suffer a man to marry: but how many men here under thirty; coming to produce not one sufficient citizen, but a nation and a world of such! The old to heal up rents; the young to remove rubbish:—which latter, is it not, indeed, the task here? Dim, formless from this distance, yet authentically there, thou noticest the Deputies from Nantes? To us mere clothes-screens, with slouch-hat and cloak, but bearing in their pocket a _Cahier_ of _doléances_ with this singular clause, and more such in it: “That the master wigmakers of Nantes be not troubled with new gild-brethren, the actually existing number of ninety-two being more than sufficient!”[133] The Rennes people have elected Farmer _Gérard_, “a man of natural sense and rectitude, without any learning.” He walks there, with solid step; unique, “in his rustic farmer-clothes;” which he will wear always; careless of short-cloaks and costumes. The name Gérard, or “_Père Gérard_, Father Gérard,” as they please to call him, will fly far; borne about in endless banter; in Royalist satires, in Republican didactic Almanacks.[134] As for the man Gerard, being asked once, what he did, after trial of it, candidly think of this Parlementary work,—‘I think,’ answered he, ‘that there are a good many scoundrels among us.’ so walks Father Gérard; solid in his thick shoes, whithersoever bound.