tius' image shop there; to the boulevards; to the
four winds, and rest not until France be on fire!"

Ancient flint-locks, pikes and lances are replevined, and dance high,
minatory, over the heads of the mob. Storerooms of powder and musketry
are broken into and swept clean. Behold, now, a still more astonishing
sight; a rushing tide of women, impetuous, all-devouring, equipped
with brooms and household tools, descending like a snowbreak from all
directions upon the Hotel de Ville. "And now doors fly under hatchets;
the Judiths have broken the armory; have seized guns and cannon, three
money-bags," and have fired the beautiful City Hall of King Henry the
Fourth's time!

... And where the Storm breaks fiercest and the cry "Down with
Tyrants!" most loudly sounds, there Danton the revolutionist, the
pock-marked Thunderer, leads the way, whipping up new fury and moulding
them to his will with his appeal 'gainst "Starvation--oppression--ages
of injustice--vile prisons where innocent ones die under autocracy!"

Danton's voice shakes the world.

Thousands upon thousands of commoners gather for the attack on the
hated symbol of royal authority, the prison fortress of Bastille.

Look! His impassioned eloquence touches the popular sympathies of the
common soldiers who constitute the royal guard. They lower their
opposing bayonets, identify their cause with the people's, the
exultant throng rushes past.

Hurrah! The Revolution shall sweep on. The King's foreign soldiery are
the only loyal ones now. At the side of the Place de Greve the
populace throw up barricades. The conflict twixt Kingship and
democracy has begun.

The people have won more cannon and more small arms. They rake the
loyalist Swiss and Germans with a murderous fire. The foreign troops
fight to the last. They are killed or overwhelmed as the victorious
commonalty take possession of the Square. Danton who has directed the
proletariat is the popular hero.

Forget-Not has his share of the triumph too. "Come, my men," he yells.
"On to the Police Prefect's palace--let us avenge the wrongs of police
tyranny!" For in this dreadful hour the baleful Jacques-Forget-Not
remembers a private vengeance--his followers need no second urging to
haste with him to sack and slaughter....

Fox-like, Maximilien Robespierre, the "people's advocate," has watched
from a safe recess the issue of the battle. Not for him, the risking
of his precious skin! Later, in the councils of