Next came a band of Chiffoniers dressed in rags, and displaying a lance, from which floated a tattered garment, with the inscription, _Tremble tyrants, here are the sans culottes_.

The insult which the aristocracy had cast at poverty, now, when adopted by the people, became the weapon of the nation against the rich.
This army defiled during three hours along the Rue Saint Honore.
Sometimes a terrible silence, only broken by the sound of thousands of feet on the pavement, oppressed the imagination, as the sign of concentrated rage of this multitude; then solitary voices, insulting speeches, and atrocious sarcasms, were mingled with the laughter of the crowd; then sudden and confused murmurs burst from this human sea, and rising to the roofs of the houses, left only the last syllables of their prolonged acclamations audible: _Long live the nation! Long live the sans culottes! Down with the veto!_ This tumult reached the salle du Manege, where the Legislative Assembly was then sitting.

The head of the cortege stopped at the doors, the columns inundated the court of the Feuillants, the court of the Manege, and all the openings of the salle.
These courts, these avenues, these passages, which then masked the terrace of the garden, occupied the space which now extends between the garden of the Tuileries and the Rue Saint Honore--that central artery of Paris.

It was mid-day.
XIII.
Roederer, the procureur syndic of the directory of the department, a post which in '92 corresponded with that of prefect de Paris, was at this moment at the bar of the Assembly.

Roederer, a partisan of the constitution, of the school of Mirabeau and Talleyrand, was a courageous enemy of anarchy.