The people, acquiescing in their own annihilation, abdicate not only their political but their personal rights.

On the other hand, the great source of power diffuses less and less of light and warmth.

Losing its attractive and controlling influence, it becomes gradually eclipsed, while its satellites fly from their prescribed bounds and chaos and darkness return.

The sceptre, stretched over realms so wide, requires stronger hands than those of degenerate Carlovingians.

It breaks asunder.