Next are processionings along the Boulevards:  Deputies or Officials bound together by long indivisible tricolor riband; general ’members of the Sovereign’ walking pellmell, with pikes, with hammers, with the tools and emblems of their crafts; among which we notice a Plough, and ancient Baucis and Philemon seated on it, drawn by their children.  Many-voiced harmony and dissonance filling the air.  Through Triumphal Arches enough:  at the basis of the first of which, we descry—­whom thinkest thou?—­the Heroines of the Insurrection of Women.  Strong Dames of the Market, they sit there (Theroigne too ill to attend, one fears), with oak-branches, tricolor bedizenment; firm-seated on their Cannons.  To whom handsome Herault, making pause of admiration, addresses soothing eloquence; whereupon they rise and fall into the march.

And now mark, in the Place de la Revolution, what other August Statue may this be; veiled in canvas,—­which swiftly we shear off by pulley and cord?  The Statue of Liberty!  She too is of plaster, hoping to become of metal; stands where a Tyrant Louis Quinze once stood.  ’Three thousand birds’ are let loose, into the whole world, with labels round their neck, We are free; imitate us.  Holocaust of Royalist and ci-devant trumpery, such as one could still gather, is burnt; pontifical eloquence must be uttered, by handsome Herault, and Pagan orisons offered up.

And then forward across the River; where is new enormous Statuary; enormous plaster Mountain; Hercules-Peuple, with uplifted all-conquering club; ’many-headed Dragon of Girondin Federalism rising from fetid marsh;’—­needing new eloquence from Herault.  To say nothing of Champ-de-Mars, and Fatherland’s Altar there; with urn of slain Defenders, Carpenter’s-level of the Law; and such exploding, gesticulating and perorating, that Herault’s lips must be growing white, and his tongue cleaving to the roof of his mouth. (Choix des Rapports, xii. 432-42.)

Towards six-o’clock let the wearied President, let Paris Patriotism generally sit down to what repast, and social repasts, can be had; and with flowing tankard or light-mantling glass, usher in this New and Newest Era.  In fact, is not Romme’s New Calendar getting ready?  On all housetops flicker little tricolor Flags, their flagstaff a Pike and Liberty-Cap.  On all house-walls, for no Patriot, not suspect, will be behind another, there stand printed these words:  Republic one and indivisible, Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death.

As to the New Calendar, we may say here rather than elsewhere that speculative men have long been struck with the inequalities and incongruities of the Old Calendar; that a New one has long been as good as determined on.  Marechal the Atheist, almost ten years ago, proposed a New Calendar, free at least from superstition:  this the Paris Municipality would now adopt, in defect of a better; at all events, let us have either this of Marechal’s or a better,—­the