The star possesses no anger; the dawn bears no malice.  Light is satisfied in being light.  Light is everything; the human race has no other love.  France knows herself beloved because she is good, and the greatest of all powers is to be loved.  The French revolution is for all the world.  It is a battle perpetually waged for Right, and perpetually gained for Truth.  Right is the innermost part of man; Truth is the innermost part of God.  What can be done against a revolution which has so much right on its side?  Nothing.  To love it.  That is what the nations do.  France offers herself, the world accepts her.  The whole phenomenon lies in these few words.  An invasion of armies can be resisted; an invasion of ideas cannot be resisted.  The glory of barbarians is to be conquered by humanity; the glory of savages is to be conquered by civilization; the glory of darkness is to be conquered by the torch.  This is why France is desired and assented to by all.  This is why, having no hatred, she has no fear; this is why she is fraternal and maternal; this is why it is impossible to lessen her, impossible to humiliate her, impossible to irritate her; this is why, after so many ordeals, after so many catastrophes, after so many disasters, after so many calamities, after so many falls, incorruptible and invulnerable she holds out her hand to all the peoples from above.

When our glance rests on this old continent, stirred to-day by a new breath, certain phenomena appear, and we seem to gain a glimpse of that august and mysterious problem, the formation of the future.  It may be said, that in the same manner as light is compounded of seven colors, civilization is compounded of seven peoples.  Of these peoples, three, Greece, Italy, and Spain, represent the South; three, England, Germany, and Russia, represent the north; the seventh, or the first, France, is at the same time North and South, Celtic and Latin, Gothic and Greek.  This country owes to its heaven this sublime good fortune, the crossing of two rays of light; the crossing of two rays of light is as though we were to say the joining of two hands, that is to say Peace.  Such is the privilege of this France, she is at the same time solar and starry.  In her heaven she possesses as much dawn as the East, and as many stars as the North.  Sometimes her glimmer rises in the twilight, but it is in the black night of revolutions and of wars that her resplendence blazes forth, and her aurorean dawn becomes the Aurora Borealis.

One day, before long, the seven nations, which combine in themselves the whole of humanity, will join together and amalgamate like the seven colors of the prism, in a radiant celestial arch; the marvel of Peace will appear eternal and visible above civilization, and the world, dazzled, will contemplate the immense rainbow of the United Peoples of Europe.

THE END.