and disgust--they are looked upon as symbolical of terror, violence, and bloodshed--they turn the soul "sick with fear." If a body of workmen--and, for the character of the French republic be it said, that this is of rare occurrence--or a mob, formed of those fearful hordes that come rushing down upon the city from the distant faubourgs, or seem to spring out of the earth one knows not whence, at all times of tumult or disorderly movement--be heard shouting the _Carmagnole_ or the "_Ca ira_," of terrific memory, men turn aside; for such fellows who can sing such songs cannot be otherwise than ruffians of the lowest description, or, at best, men led astray by the violence of the party rancour instilled into them by evil-thinking _exaltés_, or too young and foolish, or too reckless and headstrong, to know the fearful importance of the words they sing, and the terror they inspire. Let it be hoped that in truth they know not what words they use, when they howl, "_Les aristocrates à la lanterne--les aristocrates on les tuera_," and the inflammatory consequences the repetition of such words may bring forth. As yet the "_Ca ira_" is heard but seldom, and but partially. When this symbolical chaunt of destruction and death shall be chorussed aloud by a populace in general mass, then most assuredly will the sentiment also have been spread abroad, and widely--the sentiment of envy, rancour, intolerance, and bloodshed--the sentiment of 1793; and then may France be assured that she is lost--that she has fallen into the very slough and mire of blood and terror. Heaven protect her from the "_Ca ira_!" One of the first acts of a legally-constituted authority should be to punish every wretch who dared even to hum it under his breath.