The black mark against Louis Napoleon's name until now, has simply been Sedan; and it is our whole purpose to-day to turn Sedan into an interlude.

If it is not an interlude, it will be the end of the world.

But we have sworn to make an end of that ending: warring on until, if only by a purgatory of the nations and the mountainous annihilation of men, the story of the world ends well.
There are, as it were, valleys of history quite close to us, but hidden by the closer hills.

One, as we have seen, is that fold in the soft Surrey hills where Cobbett sleeps with his still-born English Revolution.

Another is under that height called The Spy of Italy, where a new Napoleon brought back the golden eagles against the black eagles of Austria.