These are sufficiently alarming features in the political and social condition of any country: but they become doubly so, when it is recollected that they coexist with unbounded expectations formed in the labouring masses, in whom supreme power is now both practically and theoretically vested. The Revolution has been the triumph of the workmen over the employers, of the “_proletaires_” over the “bourgeois,” of labour over capital. How such a triumph is to eventuate with a vehement and indigent population, impelling the government on in the career of revolution, and capital daily leaving the country or hiding itself from the dread of the acts of a government about to be appointed by _nine millions of electors_, is a question on which it well becomes all the holders of property, in whatever rank, seriously to reflect in this country. Some idea of the extravagance and universality of their expectations may be formed from the following passage in the description of a still later eye-witness:— “Paris is to all appearance tranquil; but there is much agitation that does not show itself outwardly. _The workmen of all trades are intent on legislation which shall secure more wages for less toil._ They beset the Luxembourg with processions, and fill the Chamber of Peers with deputations. Louis Blanc has discovered that to organise labour in a pamphlet and put the theory into practice are two very different things. The walls are covered with the manifestoes of the several branches of occupation; every day sees a new crop; they reveal the existence of dissentions among the workmen themselves, though they are all based on nearly the same principles; the seven-hooped pot is to have ten hoops, and it is to be felony to drink small-beer. The cochers have secured a tariff, with an advance of wages; the tailors are demanding the same; the ‘cheap’ establishments are in despair, for they supply classes that cannot buy at higher prices. An anxious employer placed the difficulty before some of the men; the only answer recorded was the comforting assurance that every body will be able to pay five pounds for his coat ‘as soon as society is regenerated!’ What is to be said to such magnificence of hope? A _citoyen_ coatmaker can only shrug his shoulders and wait for the end. One step has been taken that seems likely to lead to it—the Commission has opened _a register of all employments, and all seeking to be employed, in Paris_. Not till the stern truth is revealed by figures will the full difficulty be known, and some estimate formed of what a government can _not_ do. All the edicts that can be forced from it by the pressure of the hour will break down under the weight of necessity, as they always have done.