Those who wave such phantasmagorias on the end of a stick before the terrified populace know well what they are doing, and laugh behind the ghastly rag they wave.

Beneath the long scarlet robe of the phantom, to which had been given the name of 1852, we see the stout boots of the _coup d'etat_.
IV THE JACQUERIE Meanwhile, after the 2nd of December, the crime being committed, it was imperative to mislead public opinion.

The _coup d'etat_ began to shriek about the Jacquerie, like the assassin who cried: "Stop thief!" We may add, that a _Jacquerie_ had been promised, and that M.Bonaparte could not break all his promises at once without some inconvenience.
What but the Jacquerie was the red spectre?
Some reality must be imparted to that spectre: one cannot suddenly burst out laughing in the face of a whole people and say: "It was nothing! I only kept you in fear of yourselves." Consequently there was a _Jacquerie_.

The promises of the play-bill were observed.
The imaginations of his entourage gave themselves a free rein; that old bugbear Mother Goose was resuscitated, and many a child, on reading the newspaper, might have recognized the ogre of Goodman Perrault in the disguise of a socialist; they surmised, they invented; the press being suppressed, it was quite easy; it is easy to lie when the tongue of contradiction has been torn out beforehand.
They exclaimed: "Citizens, be on your guard! without us you were lost.
We shot you, but that was for your good.

Behold, the Lollards were at your gates, the Anabaptists were scaling your walls, the Hussites were knocking at your window-blinds, the lean and hungry were climbing your staircases, the empty-bellied coveted your dinner.