Carra, “Ex-secretary of a decapitated Hospodar,” and then of a Necklace-Cardinal; likewise pamphleteer, Adventurer in many scenes and lands,—draws nigh to Mercier, of the _Tableau de Paris;_ and, with foam on his lips, proposes an _Annales Patriotiques_. The _Moniteur_ goes its prosperous way; Barrère “weeps,” on Paper as yet loyal; Rivarol, Royou are not idle. Deep calls to deep: your _Domine Salvum Fac Regem_ shall awaken _Pange Lingua;_ with an _Ami-du-Peuple_ there is a King’s-Friend Newspaper, _Ami-du-Roi_. Camille Desmoulins has appointed himself _Procureur-Général de la Lanterne_, Attorney-General of the Lamp-iron; and pleads, _not_ with atrocity, under an atrocious title; editing weekly his brilliant _Revolutions of Paris and Brabant_. Brilliant, we say: for if, in that thick murk of Journalism, with its dull blustering, with its fixed or loose fury, any ray of genius greet thee, be sure it is Camille’s. The thing that Camille teaches he, with his light finger, adorns: brightness plays, gentle, unexpected, amid horrible confusions; often is the word of Camille worth reading, when no other’s is. Questionable Camille, how thou glitterest with a fallen, rebellious, yet still semi-celestial light; as is the star-light on the brow of Lucifer! Son of the Morning, into what times and what lands, art thou fallen! But in all things is good;—though not good for “consolidating Revolutions.” Thousand wagon-loads of this Pamphleteering and Newspaper matter, lie rotting slowly in the Public Libraries of our Europe. Snatched from the great gulf, like oysters by bibliomaniac pearl-divers, there must they first _rot_, then what was pearl, in Camille or others, may be seen as such, and continue as such.