And now from six o’clock, this Monday morning, one perceives the Baker’s Queues unusually expanded, angrily agitating themselves.  Not the Baker alone, but two Section Commissioners to help him, manage with difficulty the daily distribution of loaves.  Soft-spoken assiduous, in the early candle-light, are Baker and Commissioners:  and yet the pale chill February sunrise discloses an unpromising scene.  Indignant Female Patriots, partly supplied with bread, rush now to the shops, declaring that they will have groceries.  Groceries enough:  sugar-barrels rolled forth into the street, Patriot Citoyennes weighing it out at a just rate of eleven-pence a pound; likewise coffee-chests, soap-chests, nay cinnamon and cloves-chests, with aquavitae and other forms of alcohol,—­at a just rate, which some do not pay; the pale-faced Grocer silently wringing his hands!  What help?  The distributive Citoyennes are of violent speech and gesture, their long Eumenides’ hair hanging out of curl; nay in their girdles pistols are seen sticking:  some, it is even said, have beards,—­male Patriots in petticoats and mob-cap.  Thus, in the streets of Lombards, in the street of Five-Diamonds, street of Pullies, in most streets of Paris does it effervesce, the livelong day; no Municipality, no Mayor Pache, though he was War-Minister lately, sends military against it, or aught against it but persuasive-eloquence, till seven at night, or later.

On Monday gone five weeks, which was the twenty-first of January, we saw Paris, beheading its King, stand silent, like a petrified City of Enchantment:  and now on this Monday it is so noisy, selling sugar!  Cities, especially Cities in Revolution, are subject to these alternations; the secret courses of civic business and existence effervescing and efflorescing, in this manner, as a concrete Phenomenon to the eye.  Of which Phenomenon, when secret existence becoming public effloresces on the street, the philosophical cause-and-effect is not so easy to find.  What, for example, may be the accurate philosophical meaning, and meanings, of this sale of sugar?  These things that have become visible in the street of Pullies and over Paris, whence are they, we say; and whither?—­

That Pitt has a hand in it, the gold of Pitt:  so much, to all reasonable Patriot men, may seem clear.  But then, through what agents of Pitt?  Varlet, Apostle of Liberty, was discerned again of late, with his pike and his red nightcap.  Deputy Marat published in his journal, this very day, complaining of the bitter scarcity, and sufferings of the people, till he seemed to get wroth:  ’If your Rights of Man were anything but a piece of written paper, the plunder of a few shops, and a forestaller or two hung up at the door-lintels, would put an end to such things.’  (Hist.  Parl. xxiv. 353-356.) Are not these, say the Girondins, pregnant indications?  Pitt has bribed the Anarchists; Marat is the agent of Pitt:  hence this sale of sugar.  To the Mother Society, again, it is clear that the scarcity is factitious; is the work of Girondins, and such like; a set of men sold partly to Pitt; sold wholly to their own ambitions, and hard-hearted pedantries; who will not fix the grain-prices, but prate pedantically of free-trade; wishing to starve Paris into violence, and embroil it with the Departments:  hence this sale of sugar.