You are a professor of Greek or Latin; take the oath, or you are deprived of your chair, and you no longer know Greek or Latin.

You are a professor of rhetoric; take the oath, or tremble; the story of Theramenes and the dream of Athalie are interdicted; you shall wander about them for the rest of your days, and never again be permitted to enter.

You are a professor of philosophy; take the oath to M.Bonaparte,--if not, you become incapable of understanding the mysteries of the human conscience, and of explaining them to young men.
You are a professor of medicine; take the oath,--if not, you no longer know how to feel the pulse of a feverish patient.

But if the good professors depart, will there be any more good pupils?
Particularly in medicine, this is a serious matter.

What is to become of the sick?
The sick?
as if we cared about the sick! The important thing is that medicine should take the oath to M.Bonaparte.For it comes to this: either the seven million five hundred thousand votes have no sense, or it is evident that it would be better to have your leg amputated by an ass who has taken the oath, than by a refractory Dupuytren.
Ah! one would fain jest, but all this makes the heart sad.