The Jacobin rabble is vaguely conscious of their inferior numbers, of their usurpation, of their danger, which increases in proportion as Brunswick draws near.

They feel that they live above a mine, and if the mine should explode!--Since they think that their adversaries are scoundrels they feel they are capable of a dirty trick, of a plot, of a massacre.

As they themselves have never behaved in any other way, they cannot conceive anything else.
Through an inevitable inversion of thought, they impute to others the murderous intentions obscurely wrought out in the dark recesses of their own disturbed brains .-- On the 27th of August, after the funeral procession gotten up by Sergent expressly to excite popular resentment, their suspicions, at once specific and guided, begin to take the form of certainty.

Ten "commemorative" banners,[3114] each borne by a volunteer on horseback, have paraded before all eyes the long list of massacres "by the court and its agents": 1.

the massacre at Nancy, 2.