fed Notabilities, Halberdiers, and a Cavalcade;
with streamers, emblematic flags; especially with one huge Flag,
flapping mournfully: Citoyens, la Patrie est en Danger. They roll
through the streets, with stern-sounding music, and slow rattle of
hoofs: pausing at set stations, and with doleful blast of trumpet,
singing out through Herald's throat, what the Flag says to the eye:
"Citizens, the Country is in Danger!"

Is there a man's heart that hears it without a thrill? The many-voiced
responsive hum or bellow of these multitudes is not of triumph; and
yet it is a sound deeper than triumph. But when the long Cavalcade
and Proclamation ended; and our huge Flag was fixed on the Pont Neuf,
another like it on the Hotel-de-Ville, to wave there till better days;
and each Municipal sat in the centre of his Section, in a Tent raised
in some open square, Tent surmounted with flags of Patrie en danger, and
topmost of all a Pike and Bonnet Rouge; and, on two drums in front of
him, there lay a plank-table, and on this an open Book, and a Clerk sat,
like recording-angel, ready to write the Lists, or as we say to enlist!
O, then, it seems, the very gods might have looked down on it. Young
Patriotism, Culottic and Sansculottic, rushes forward emulous: That is
my name; name, blood, and life, is all my Country's; why have I nothing
more! Youths of short stature weep that they are below size. Old men
come forward, a son in each hand. Mothers themselves will grant the son
of their travail; send him, though with tears. And the multitude bellows
Vive la Patrie, far reverberating. And fire flashes in the eyes of
men;--and at eventide, your Municipal returns to the Townhall, followed
by his long train of volunteer Valour; hands in his List: says proudly,
looking round. This is my day's harvest. (Tableau de la Revolution, para
Patrie en Danger.) They will march, on the morrow, to Soissons; small
bundle holding all their chattels.

So, with Vive la Patrie, Vive la Liberte, stone Paris reverberates like
Ocean in his caves; day after day, Municipals enlisting in tricolor
Tent; the Flag flapping on Pont Neuf and Townhall, Citoyens, la Patrie
est en Danger. Some Ten thousand fighters, without discipline but full
of heart, are on march in few days. The like is doing in every Town of
France.--Consider therefore whether the Country will want defenders, had
we but a National Executive? Let the Sections and Primary Assemblies,
at any rate, become Perma