and seventy-six thousand francs.  It is the financial delegate, Monsieur Jourde, who has the most brains of the whole band, who planned this ingenious arrangement.  And, in truth, I consider that I have done all that is in my power, and you are wrong in trying to humiliate me by drawing comparisons between myself and Colle, who had some good, in him, but who was in no way equal to me.”  My dear, good Commune, I do not deny that, you have the most excellent intentions; I approve the tobacco speculation and the funds drawn from the public service money, in which you include, I suppose, the profits made in your nocturnal visits to the public and other coffers, and your fruitful rounds in the churches.  As to the tax levied on railways, it inspires me with an admiration approaching enthusiasm.  But, for mercy’s sake, do not allow yourself to stop there.  Nothing is achieved so long as anything remains to be done.  You waste your time in counting up the present sources of your revenues, while so many opportunities remain of increasing them.  Are there no bankers, no stock-brokers, no notaries, in Paris?  Send a few of these honest patriots of yours to the houses of the reactionaries.  A hundred thousand francs from one, two hundred thousand francs from another; it is always worth the taking.  From small streams come great rivers.  In your place I would not neglect the shopkeepers’ tills either, or the money-chests of the rich.  They are of the bourgeoisie, those people, and the bourgeois are your enemies.  Tax them, morbleu! Tax them by all means.  Have you not all your friends and your friends’ friends to look after?  Is it false keys that fail you?  But they are easily made, and amongst your number you will certainly find one or two locksmiths quite ready to help you.  Take Pilotel, for instance:  a sane man, that!  There were only eight hundred francs in the escritoire of Monsieur Chaudey, and he appropriated the eight hundred francs.  Thus, you see, how great houses and good governments are founded.  And when there is no longer any money, you must seize hold of the goods and furniture of your fellow-citizens.  You will find receivers of stolen goods among you, no doubt.  They told me yesterday that you had sent the Titiens and Paul Veroneses of the Louvre to London, in order to be able to make money out of them.  A most excellent measure, that I can well explain to myself, because I can understand that Monsieur Courbet must have a great desire to get rid of these two painters, for whom he feels so legitimate and profound a hatred.  But, alas! it was but a false report.  You confined yourselves to putting up for sale the materials composing the Column of the Place Vendome; dividing them into four lots, two lots of stone and cement, and two lots of metal.  Two lots only?  Why! you know nothing about making the best of your merchandise.  There is something better than stone and metal in this column.  There is that in it which a number of silly people used