There is no longer a France.

It is at an end.

Look! everywhere darkness.

The world is feeling its way." Ah! it was so grand.

Where are those times, those glorious times, interspersed with storms, but glorious, when all was life, when all was liberty, when all was glory?
those times when the French people, awake before all others, and up before the light, their brows illumined by the dawn of the future already risen for them, said to the other nations, still drowsy and overborne, and scarcely able to shake their chains in their sleep: "Fear naught, I work for all, I dig the earth for all,--I am the workman of the Almighty!" What profound grief! Regard that torpor where formerly there was such power! that shame, where formerly there was such pride! that noble people, whose heads were once held erect and are now lowered! Alas! Louis Bonaparte has done more than kill persons, he has caused men's minds to dwindle, he has withered the heart of the citizen.