The mothers fill the public places with cries of despair; crowds gather, get excited: so many women in destraction run about exaggerating the alarm: an absurd and horrid fable arises among the people; it is said that the doctors have ordered a Great Person to take baths of young human blood for the restoration of his own, all spoiled by debaucheries.

Some of the rioters,' adds Lacretelle, quite coolly, 'were hanged on the following days:' the Police went on.

(Lacretelle, iii.

175.) O ye poor naked wretches! and this, then, is your inarticulate cry to Heaven, as of a dumb tortured animal, crying from uttermost depths of pain and debasement?
Do these azure skies, like a dead crystalline vault, only reverberate the echo of it on you?
Respond to it only by 'hanging on the following days ?'--Not so: not forever! Ye are heard in Heaven.

And the answer too will come,--in a horror of great darkness, and shakings of the world, and a cup of trembling which all the nations shall drink.
Remark, meanwhile, how from amid the wrecks and dust of this universal Decay new Powers are fashioning themselves, adapted to the new time and its destinies.