sehold purchases. To sell and to buy is the life of the
lower orders, and money and famine are their two leading passions. They
are always ready for tumult in those places where these two passions
concentrate, and no where is sedition more readily excited, or in
greater masses of people.
The dyer Malard, the shoemaker Isambert, the tanner Gibon, rich and
influential artizans, were to pour from the sombre and foetid streets
of the faubourg Saint Marceau their indigent population, who but rarely
show themselves in the principal quartiers. Alexandre, the military
tribune of this quarter of Paris, in which he commanded a battalion, was
to place himself at its head on the place, before daybreak, to
concentrate the people, and then give them the impulse that should lead
them to the quays and the Tuileries. Varlet, Gonchon, Ronsin, and Siret,
the lieutenants of Santerre, who had been employed in this system of
tactics since the first agitations of '89, were charged with the
execution of similar manoeuvres in the faubourg St. Antoine. The
streets of this quarter, full of manufactories and wine and beer shops,
the abiding place of misery, toil, and sedition, which extend from the
Bastille to la Roquette and Charenton, contained in themselves alone an
army that could invade Paris.
VII.
This army had known its leaders for four years. They posted themselves
at the openings of the principal streets, at the hour when the workmen
leave the _ateliers_; they procured a chair and table from the nearest
and best _cabaret_, and mounting on these wine-stained tribunes, they
called by name some of the passers by, who grouped round them; these
stopped others, the street was blocked up by them, and this crowd was
increased by all the men, women, and children, attracted by the noise.
The orator addressed this motley assemblage, whilst wine or beer were
gratuitously handed round. The cessation of work, the scarcity of money,
the dearth of food, the manoeuvres of the aristocrats to starve Paris,
the treacheries of the king, the orgies of the queen, the necessity of
the nation's defeating the plots of an Austrian court, were the usual
themes of their addresses. When once the agitation rose to fever heat,
the cry of "_Marchons_" was heard, and the mob set itself in motion down
every street. A few hours afterwards masses of workmen from the
quartiers Popincourt, Quinze-Vingts de la Greve, Port au Ble, and the
Marche St. Jean, poured from the
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