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Le plus saint devoir de l'homme est l'INSURRECTION.
Man is but a topsy-turvy animal, his head where his heels should be.
Old England is ill at her ease,
“ Ah! what Panacea so grand
* Jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked. Deut. xxxii. 15.
Then your health will be equal and good,
Our counsel you never can say 'tis
Behold our Republican State
* It is said, in the last quackish address of the National Assembly to the people of France, that they have not formed their arrangements upon vulgar practice, but on a theory which cannot fail, &c.
Burke's Lett. to a Memler of the Nat, Assemb. Note on p. 10.
All distinctions we nobly despise, *
There's Pethion first on the lists
* Nil ibi Majorum respectus, gratia nulla Umbrarum.
Juv. Sat. 8. + Hor. Sat. lib. i. S. 3.
Le plus vil citoyen, dans sa bassesse extrême,
Voltaire. Brutus, Act. I. Sc. iv. I M. Pethion. When the mob of Sans Culottes, Poissardes, Marseillois, &c. (Anglicè, tag, rag, and bob-tail) had perpetrated the infamous outrages of the 20th of June, 1792, had violated the interior apartments of the Thuilleries, treated the royal family with the grossest indignities for five hours, without intermission, and even attempted the life of their sovereign, Monsieur Pethion at length condescended to give them their dismission in the following address :
“ Citizens, men and women! You began the day with dig