lodgings are just as ignorant as they are. When irritation has
accumulated, it breaks out haphazardly.

Just at this time the clergy of Paris renounce their privileges in
way of imposts,[13] and the people, taking friends for adversaries,
add in their invectives the name of the clergy to that of Réveillon.
During the whole of the day, and also during the leisure of Sunday,
the fermentation increases; on Monday the 27th, another day of
idleness and drunkenness, the bands begin to move. Certain
witnesses encounter one of these in the Rue Saint-Sévérin, "armed
with clubs," and so numerous as to bar the passage. "Shops and
doors are closed on all sides, and the people cry out, 'There's the
revolt!'" The seditious crowd belch out curses and invectives
against the clergy, "and, catching sight of an abbé, shout
'Priest!'" Another band parades an effigy of Réveillon decorated
with the ribbon of the order of St. Michael, which undergoes the
parody of a sentence and is burnt on the Place de Grève, after which
they threaten his house. Driven back by the guard, they invade that
of a manufacturer of saltpeter, who is his friend, and burn and
smash his effects and furniture.[14] It is only towards midnight
that the crowd is dispersed and the insurrection is supposed to have
ended. On the following day it begins again with greater violence;
for, besides the ordinary stimulants of misery[15] and the craving
for license, they have a new stimulant in the idea of a cause to
defend, the conviction that they are fighting "for the Third-
Estate." In a cause like this each one should help himself; and all
should help each other. "We should be lost," one of them exclaimed,
"if we did not sustain each other." Strong in this belief, they sent
deputations three times into the Faubourg Saint-Marceau to obtain
recruits, and on their way, with uplifted clubs they enrol,