250 ‘ BAILLY. 
able barbarity on the Champ de Mars. Mérard St. Just, 
the intimate friend of Bailly, has alluded by his initials 
to a wretch who, the very day of our colleague’s death, 
publicly boasted of having electrified the few acolytes 
who, together with him, insisted on the removal of the 
scaffold ; the day after the execution, the meeting of the 
Jacobins reéchoed with the name of another individual 
of the Gros Caillou, who also claimed his share of influ- 
ence in the crime. | 
I have progressively unrolled before you the series of 
events in our revolution, in which Bailly took an active 
part; I have scrupulously searched out the smallest cir-_ 
cumstances of the deplorable affair on the Champ de 
Mars; I have followed our colleague in his proscription 
to the Revolutionary Tribunal, and to the foot of the 
scaffold. We had seen him before, surrounded by esteem, 
by respect, and by glory, in the bosom of our principal 
academies. Yet the work is not complete; several essen- 
tial traits are still wanting. 
I will therefore claim a few more minutes of your kind 
attention. The moral life of Bailly is like those master- 
pieces of ancient sculpture, that deserve to be studied in 
every point of view, and in which new beauties are con- 
tinually discovered, in proportion as the contemplation is 
prolonged. 
PORTRAIT OF BAILLY.—HIS WIFE. 
Nature did not endow Bailly generously with those 
exterior advantages that please us at first sight. He was 
tall and thin. His visage compressed, his eyes small and 
sunk, his nose regular, but of unusual length, and a very 
brown complexion, constituted an imposing whole, severe 
and almost glacial. Fortunately, it was easy to perceive 
