Come! tuck up your gowns and begone, or else--Hence these abominable trials, sentences, and condemnations.

What a sorry spectacle is that troop of judges, with hanging heads and bent backs, driven with the butt end of the musket into baseness and iniquity! And the liberty of the press! What shall we say of it?
Is it not a mockery merely to pronounce the words?
That free press, the honour of French intellect, a light thrown from all points at once upon all questions, the perpetual sentinel of the nation--where is it?
What has M.Bonaparte done with it?
It is where the public platform is.

Twenty newspapers extinguished in Paris, eighty in the departments,--one hundred newspapers suppressed: that is to say, looking only to the material side of the question, innumerable families deprived of bread; that is to say, understand it, citizens, one hundred houses confiscated, one hundred farms taken from their proprietors, one hundred interest coupons stolen from the public funds.

Marvellous identity of principles: freedom suppressed is property destroyed.

Let the selfish idiots who applaud the _coup d'etat_ reflect upon this.
Instead of a law concerning the press a decree has been laid upon it; a _fetfa_, a _firman_, dated from the imperial stirrup: the regime of admonition.