almost in as bad odor as it is in America, where it ranks as an eighth
deadly sin, though no one seems to know precisely what it means. In
the latter country, an honest development of democracy is certain to be
stigmatized as tainted with this crime. No governor would dare to
pardon it.

{il y a Bourbon et Bourbon = there are Bourbons and Bourbons (i.e.,
they're all the same); "What is bred in the bone...." = a possibly
deliberate misquotation of "It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the
bone" from John Heywood, "Proverbes", Part II, Chapter VIII (1546)}

The groans over the state of trade were loud and deep among those
who lived by its innocent arts. Still, the holidays were near, and hope
revived. If revolutionized Paris would not buy as the jour de l'an
approached, Paris must have a new dynasty. The police foresaw this,
and it ceased to agitate, in order to bring the republicans into discredit;
men must eat, and trade was permitted to revive a little. Alas! how little
do they who vote, know WHY they vote, or they who dye their hands
in the blood of their kind, why the deed has been done!

{jour de l'an = New Years Day}

The duchesse had not returned to Paris, neither had she emigrated. Like
most of the high nobility, who rightly enough believed that primogeniture
and birth were of the last importance to THEM, she preferred to show
her distaste for the present order of things, by which the youngest prince
of a numerous family had been put upon the throne of the oldest, by
remaining at her chateau. All expectations of selling us to HER were
abandoned, and we were thrown fairly into the market, on the great
principle of liberty and equality. This was as became a republican reign.