The Patowmac Guardian, And Berkeley Advertiser

Authentic advices from the Correspondent of the St. James's Chronicle, resident at Paris.

Paris, Saturday, July 16.

The Jacobins' Club, and the other factious societies (if there can be society among the wicked) were enraged at the decrees which did not include the King, as guilty of high-treason: they sent forth their emissaries into the most frequented coffee-houses, and all the public places, there to animate the people against the people, and bring more desolation, and the continuance of anarchy on their already miserable, distracted country; the newspapers were prostituted on the occasion; the editors, sheltering themselves under the broad aegis of Patriotism, deviated from the national motto—La Loi, la Nation. et le Roi—they fought against reason with the arms of calumny, and became the shameless supporters of the vilest measures: declamation, false logic, libels and incendiary handbills were recurred to, in hopes of shaking the public opinion—thousands assembled in the Camp de Mars, to sign a petition, and send it into the different provinces, in order to rouse the whole nation against the assembly. It was even in agitation to blow up the house; but the National Guards mustered so strong, and wrote in their countenances so much terror, that the Jacobins attempted nothing. We conclude this day's business with making the following observations to our readers:

—The King is not accused, and his fate is now in his own hands: as we said, long since, when the Constitution is finished, the whole volume of it will be presented to him for his acceptance—in the interim he continues suspended from all his Royal Functions. In short, the contest now lies between the National Assembly, and the Jacobins' Club—which ever gains the point, it will be dearly purchased—the Representatives of the nation have withdrawn themselves from that illegal party.

Sunday Morning, July 17.

The General was beat throughout Paris at a very early hour—and before even o'clock the mob had already cut off two heads!! We shudder, while we give the particulars; but, as historians of the day, we must sacrifice our feelings to our duty. In consequence of the unconstitutional invitation of the wicked clubs, a vast concourse of people assembled on and about the altar of Liberty;—two men, one a soldier with a wooden leg, the other a hair dresser, concealed themselves under the altar; They had taken a couple of bottles of wine with them, and something to eat; after having breakfasted, they cut a few small holes through the boards, the better to see what was going forward at the Camp de Mars; they were perceived and dragged by the mob to the Committee of the Section; the sitting officers, convinced that they had no bad design, ordered them to be taken to the invalids: but on a sudden, it was reported that they had matches in their pockets, to set fire to some powder, and thus blow up the altar. —Madmen will believe any thing—the canaille tore the two unfortunate men from the protection of the National Guard; their first intention was to hang them up to the lamp-iron; but the cord breaking. the rabble went to work with their knives, cut off the two men's heads, and carried them on pikes through the streets! Thus was ushered in the morning of Sunday, in the polished capital of France!

The whole forenoon Paris was a Scene of confusion; here the bloody flag was seen, to inform the mutinous of their fate, if they persisted in refusing obedience to the law; there the murderous cannon appeared, ready to execute justice; every-where horror, dismay, and the apparatus of death were visible.

At two o'clock it was reported, that la Fayette was assassinated; at three we found the report to have been groundless; 18,000 disorderly wretches were invited in the evening to the Champ de Mars, there to swear that they would have no King: At five o'clock all the drums beat to arms—the bloody flag was hoisted at the town-house, and carried into the Champ de Mars, escorted by a numerous guard: As soon as it appeared, the mob cried out, down with the red flag! down with the red flag! The populace threw stones at it, and wounded several soldiers:—At length the Mayor of Paris ordered M. la Fayette to execute the law; a general discharge took place, and many lives were lost, and a great number wounded. Such was the spectacle which the setting sun afforded to those who have the misfortune to live at this moment in Paris. We are rather quiet now, but it can't last so long.