Think also if the private Sansculotte has not his difficulties, in a time of dearth!  Bread, according to the People’s-Friend, may be some ‘six sous per pound, a day’s wages some fifteen;’ and grim winter here.  How the Poor Man continues living, and so seldom starves, by miracle!  Happily, in these days, he can enlist, and have himself shot by the Austrians, in an unusually satisfactory manner:  for the Rights of Man.—­But Commandant Santerre, in this so straitened condition of the flour-market, and state of Equality and Liberty, proposes, through the Newspapers, two remedies, or at least palliatives:  First, that all classes of men should live, two days of the week, on potatoes; then second, that every man should hang his dog.  Hereby, as the Commandant thinks, the saving, which indeed he computes to so many sacks, would be very considerable.  A cheerfuller form of inventive-stupidity than Commandant Santerre’s dwells in no human soul.  Inventive-stupidity, imbedded in health, courage and good-nature:  much to be commended.  “My whole strength,” he tells the Convention once, “is, day and night, at the service of my fellow-Citizens:  if they find me worthless, they will dismiss me; I will return and brew beer.” (Moniteur in Hist.  Parl. xx. 412.)

Or figure what correspondences a poor Roland, Minister of the Interior, must have, on this of Grains alone!  Free-trade in Grain, impossibility to fix the Prices of Grain; on the other hand, clamour and necessity to fix them:  Political Economy lecturing from the Home Office, with demonstration clear as Scripture;—­ineffectual for the empty National Stomach.  The Mayor of Chartres, like to be eaten himself, cries to the Convention:  the Convention sends honourable Members in Deputation; who endeavour to feed the multitude by miraculous spiritual methods; but cannot.  The multitude, in spite of all Eloquence, come bellowing round; will have the Grain-Prices fixed, and at a moderate elevation; or else—­the honourable Deputies hanged on the spot!  The honourable Deputies, reporting this business, admit that, on the edge of horrid death, they did fix, or affect to fix the Price of Grain:  for which, be it also noted, the Convention, a Convention that will not be trifled with, sees good to reprimand them. (Hist.  Parl. xx. 431-440.)

But as to the origin of these Grain Riots, is it not most probably your secret Royalists again?  Glimpses of Priests were discernible in this of Chartres,—­to the eye of Patriotism.  Or indeed may not ’the root of it all lie in the Temple Prison, in the heart of a perjured King,’ well as we guard him? (Ibid. 409.) Unhappy perjured King!—­And so there shall be Baker’s Queues, by and by, more sharp-tempered than ever:  on every Baker’s door-rabbet an iron ring, and coil of rope; whereon, with firm grip, on this side and that, we form our Queue:  but mischievous deceitful persons cut the rope, and our Queue becomes a ravelment; wherefore the coil must be made of iron chain. (Mercier, Nouveau Paris.)