The young man was now at Lyons, propagating the doctrines of his party; and in his letters to him, Robespierre mingled the confidential greetings of an affectionate brother with those furious demands for republican energy, which flooded the streets of the towns of France with blood, and choked the rivers of France with the bodies of the French.
"I still hope," he wrote, slowly considering the words as they fell from his pen, "for the day when this work will have been done--for the happy day when we shall feel that we have prevailed not only against our enemies, but over our own vices; but my heart nearly fails me, when I think how little we have yet effected.

I feel that among the friends whom we most trust, those who are actuated by patriotism alone are lukewarm.

Lust, avarice, plunder, and personal revenge, are the motives of those who are really energetic.

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