There was neither pride in the one nor jealousy in the other: it was as it is in Spain, one single people, where nobility is only, if we may say so, but a right of first birth of the same blood.

These people had, it is true, laid down their arms after the insurrection of the preceding year in the camp of Jales: but hearts were far from being disarmed.

These provinces watched with an attentive eye for the favourable moment in which they might rise _en masse_ against Paris.

The insults to the dignity of the king, and the violence done to religion by the Legislative Assembly, excited their minds even to fanaticism.

They burst out again, as though involuntarily, on the occasion of a movement of troops across their valleys.