people."

This time every one was listening to him and finding his idea excellent.
An old gentleman exclaimed:

"That is a great idea, monsieur, which does you honor. It is to be
regretted that the government did not adopt it."

A young man declared that actors ought to recite the "Iambes" of Barbier
through the streets in order to teach the people art and liberty
simultaneously.

These propositions excited general enthusiasm. Each one wished to have
his word; all were wrought up. From a passing hand-organ a few strains of
the Marseillaise were heard; the laborer started the song, and everybody
joined in, roaring the chorus. The exalted nature of the song and its
wild rhythm fired the driver, who lashed his horses to a gallop. Monsieur
Patissot was bawling at the top of his lungs, and the passengers inside,
frightened, were wondering what hurricane had struck them.

At last they stopped, and Monsieur Patissot, judging his neighbor to be a
man of initiative, consulted him about the preparations which he expected
to make:

"Lanterns and flags are all right,"' said Patissot; "but I prefer
something better."

The other thought for a long time, but found nothing. Then, in despair,
the clerk bought three flags and four lanterns.