ment in which the treasonable priests are about to lead all to the attack on the Constitution, the fanatical edicts of the eighty-three departments. He has chosen the moment when the Emperor and the King of Sweden are meeting at Brussels, in which the harvest is being gathered in France, and in which he believes he can make us all starve, with the assistance of a small group of bandits with incendiary torches in their hands. Yet all these are circumstances that do not terrify me. Even if all Europe should unite against us, all Europe will be defeated. What strikes fear into my heart are the very facts that cause every one else to feel confidence. The fact, for instance, that this morning, when his flight became known, all our enemies spoke the same language. The entire world is united, all wear the same countenance, and yet it is evident that when a king with an income of forty millions annually, still in possession of all the resources of the country, bearing the fairest crown of all the world—that when such a king leaves everything in the lurch in this manner, it must be because he feels certain that he will be able to return soon. And this feeling of sympathy cannot be based on the Emperor alone, or on the King of Sweden, or on the Army of the Rhine, the army of our enemy, or on all the brigands of Europe, who are united against us. No, it is right here among us that the King must feel his security, must feel the strength that guarantees
