Hear them from your liveried lords,
Let your valets earn their wages,
Liars, living on their words;
We'll soon give them nuts to crack,
Cæsar of--the Almanac!

"When a dotard fills the throne,
Fit for nothing but a nurse,
When a nation's general groan,
Yields to nothing but its curse;
What are armies at thy back,
Henri of--the Almanac?

"When the truth is bought and sold,
When the wrongs of man are spurn'd,
Then the crown's last knell is toll'd,
Then, old Time, thy glass has turn'd,
And comes flying from thy pack
To nations a _new_ Almanac!

"Mistress, minister, Bourbon,
Rule by bayonets, bribes, and spies,
Charlatans in church and throne,
France is opening all her eyes--
Down go minion, king, and quack,
We'll have _our_ new Almanac!"

[27] A scene of peculiar infamy near Paris.

When I returned to the place where my mattress was flung, the crowd