heros,
La terre en produit les nouveaux,
Contre vous tout prets a se battre.
Aux armes, &c.

V.

Francais, en guerriers magnanimes,
Portez ou retenez vos coups;
Epargnez ces tristes victimes
A regret s'armant contre nous.
Mais ces despotes sanguinaires,
Mais les complices de Bouille,
Tous ces tigres sans pitie
Dechirent le sein de leur mere.
Aux armes, &c.

VI.

Amour sacre de la patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Liberte, liberte cherie,
Combats avec tes defenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux que la Victoire
Accoure a tes males accents;
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!
Aux armes, &c.

VERSE SUNG BY CHILDREN.

Nous entrerons dans la carriere,
Quand nos aines n'y seront plus;
Nous y trouverons leur poussiere,
Et la trace de leurs vertus!
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!
Aux armes, &c.[26]

XXVIII.

These words were sung in notes alternately flat and sharp, which seemed
to come from the breast with sullen mutterings of national anger, and
then with the joy of victory. They had something as solemn as death, but
as serene as the undying confidence of patriotism. It seemed a recovered
echo of Thermopylae--it was heroism sung.

There was heard the regular footfall of thousands of men walking
together to defend the frontiers over the resounding soil of their
country, the plaintive notes of women, the wailing of children, the
neighing of horses, the hissing of flames as they devoured palaces and
huts; then gloomy strokes of vengeance, striking again and again with
the hatchet, and immolating the enemies of the people, and the profaners
of the soil. The notes of this air rustled like a flag dipped in gore,
still reeking in the battle plain. It made one tremble--but it was the
shudder of intrepidity which passed over the heart, and gave an
impulse--redoubled strength--veiled death. It was the "fire-water" of
the Revolution, which instilled into the senses and the soul of the
people the intoxication of battle. There are times when all people find
thus gushing into their national mind accents which no man hath written
down, and which all the world feels. All the senses desire to present
their tribute to patriotism, and eventually to encourage each other. The
foot advances--gestur