carriages," and especially "to
seek for private stores and monopolies," in short, to exercise manual
constraint and strike every one on the spot with physical terror.--We
readily see what sort of soldiers the revolutionary army is composed of.

Naturally, as it is recruited by voluntary enlistment, and all
candidates have passed the purifying scrutiny of the clubs, it comprises
none but ultra-Jacobins. Naturally, the pay being forty sous a day, it
comprises none but the very lowest class. Naturally, as the work is as
loathsome as it is atrocious, it comprises but few others[33150] than
those out of employment and reduced to an enlistment to get a living,
"hairdressers without customers, lackeys without places, vagabonds,
wretches unable to earn a living by honest labor," "thick and hard
hitters" who have acquired the habit of bullying, knocking down and
keeping honest folks under their pikes, a gang of confirmed scoundrels
making public brigandage a cloak for private brigandage, inhabitants of
the slums glad to bring down their former superiors into the mud, and
themselves take precedence and strut about in order to prove by their
arrogance and self-display that they, in their turn, are princes.--"Take
a horse, the nation pays for it!"[33151] said the sans-culottes
of Bordeaux to their comrades in the street, who, "in a splendid
procession," of three carriages, each drawn by six horses, escorted by
a body on horseback, behind, in front, and each side, conducting Riouffe
and two other "suspects" to the Reole prison. The commander of the squad
who guards prisoners on the way to Paris, and who "starves them along
the road to speculate on them," is an ex-cook of Agen, having become
a gendarme; he makes them travel forty leagues extra, "purposely to
glorify himself," and "let all Agen see that he has government money to
spend, and that he can put citizens in irons." Accordingly, in Agen, "he
keeps constantly and needlessly inspecting the vehicle," winking at
the spectators, "more triumphant than if he had made a dozen Austrians
prisoners and brought them along himself." At last, to show the crowd in
the street the importance of his capture, he summons two blacksmiths
to come out and rivet, on the legs of each prisoner, a cross-bar
cannon-ball weighing eighty pounds.[33152] The more display these
henchmen make of their brutality, the greater they think themselves. At
Belfort, a patriot of the club dies, and a civic interment