Yes, here, in this France, which is the initiatress of the world, in this land of the tribune and the press, in this birthplace of human thought, yes, the time may come when the sword will rule, when you, inviolable legislators, will be collared by corporals, when our glorious regiments will transform themselves, for the profit of one man and to the shame of the nation, into gold-laced hordes and pretorian bands, when the sword of France will become a thing that strikes from behind, like the dagger of a hired assassin, when the life-blood of the first city in the world, done to death, will splash the gold epaulettes of your generals!" The murmur becomes an uproar, cries of "Order!" are heard from all quarters.

The orator is interrupted: "You have been insulting the government, now you insult the army!" The President calls the orator to order.
The orator resumes: "And if it should happen some day that a man, having in his hand the five hundred thousand officeholders who constitute the government, and the four hundred thousand soldiers composing the army, if it should happen that this man should tear up the Constitution, should violate every law, break every oath, trample upon every right, commit every crime, do you know what your irremovable magistrates, instructors in the right, and guardians of the law, would do?
They would hold their tongues." The uproar prevents the orator from completing his sentence.

The tumult becomes a tempest.--"This man respects nothing.

After the government and the army, he drags the magistracy in the mire! Censure! censure!" The orator is censured and the censure entered in the journal.

The President declares that, if he continues, the Assembly will proceed to a vote, and the floor will be taken from him.
The orator continues: "And your paid clergy! and your office-holding bishops! On the day when a pretender shall have employed in such enterprises the government, the magistracy, and the army; on the day when all these institutions shall drip with the blood shed by and for the traitor; when, placed between the man who has committed the crimes and God who orders an anathema to be launched against the criminal--do you know what these bishops of yours will do?
They will prostrate themselves, not before God, but before man!" Can you form any idea of the frenzied shouts and imprecations that would greet such words?
Can you imagine the shouts, the apostrophes, the threats, the whole Assembly rising _en masse_, the tribune escaladed and with difficulty guarded by the ushers! The orator has profaned every sanctified ark in succession, and he has ended by profaning the Holy of Holies, the clergy! And what does he mean by it all?
What a medley of impossible and infamous hypotheses! Do you not hear Baroche growl, and Dupin thunder?
The orator would be called to order, censured, fined, suspended from the Chamber for three days, like Pierre Leroux and Emile de Girardin; who can tell, perhaps expelled, like Manuel.
And the next day, the indignant citizen would say: "That is well done!" And from every quarter the journals devoted to order would shake their fist at the CALUMNIATOR.