The altar of the country in the Champ-de-Mars, which remained erected for a new federation, was the place which was already pointed out for the assemblies of the people.

It was the _Mons Aventinus_, whither it was to retire, and whence it was to dictate to a timid and corrupt senate.
"No more king,--let us be republicans," wrote Brissot in the _Patriote_.
"Such is the cry at the Palais Royal, and it does not gain ground fast enough; it would seem as though it were blasphemy.

This repugnance for assuming the name of the condition in which the state _actually is_ is very extraordinary in the eyes of philosophy." "No king! no protector! no regent! Let us have done with man-eaters of every sort and kind," re-echoed the _Bouche de Fer_.

"Let the eighty-three departments enter into a federation, and declare that they will no longer endure tyrants, monarchs, or protectors.

Their shade is as fatal to the people as that of the Bohonupas is deadly to all that lives.