there seems little reason to expect that the business will stop there.
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, these are the words; enunciative and
prophetic. Republic for the respectable washed Middle Classes, how can
that be the fulfilment thereof? Hunger and nakedness, and nightmare
oppression lying heavy on Twenty-five million hearts; this, not
the wounded vanities or contradicted philosophies of philosophical
Advocates, rich Shopkeepers, rural Noblesse, was the prime mover in the
French Revolution; as the like will be in all such Revolutions, in all
countries. Feudal Fleur-de-lys had become an insupportably bad marching
banner, and needed to be torn and trampled: but Moneybag of Mammon (for
that, in these times, is what the respectable Republic for the Middle
Classes will signify) is a still worse, while it lasts. Properly,
indeed, it is the worst and basest of all banners, and symbols of
dominion among men; and indeed is possible only in a time of general
Atheism, and Unbelief in any thing save in brute Force and Sensualism;
pride of birth, pride of office, any known kind of pride being a degree
better than purse-pride. Freedom, Equality, Brotherhood: not in the
Moneybag, but far elsewhere, will Sansculottism seek these things.

We say therefore that an Insurrectionary France, loose of control from
without, destitute of supreme order from within, will form one of the
most tumultuous Activities ever seen on this Earth; such as no Girondin
Formula can regulate. An immeasurable force, made up of forces manifold,
heterogeneous, compatible and incompatible. In plainer words, this
France must needs split into Parties; each of which seeking to make
itself good, contradiction, exasperation will arise; and Parties on
Parties find that they cannot work together, cannot exist together.

As for the number of Parties, there will, strictly counting, be as many
Parties as there are Opinions. According to which rule, in this National
Convention itself, to say nothing of France generally, the number
of Parties ought to be Seven Hundred and Forty-Nine; for every unit
entertains his opinion. But now as every unit has at once an individual
nature, or necessity to follow his own road, and a gregarious nature
or necessity to see himself travelling by the side of others,--what
can there be but dissolutions, precipitations, endless turbulence of
attracting and repelling; till once the master-element get evolved, and
this wild alchemy arrange its