As secondary figures of the picture which we have endeavored to paint, let the reader imagine all that is lowest, most shameless, and most monstrous in this idle, reckless, rapacious, sanguinary debauch, which shows itself more hostile to social order, and to which we have wished to call the attention of reflecting persons on terminating this recital. May this last horrible scene symbolize the imminent peril which continually menaces society! Yes, let one reflect that the cohesion, the dreaded increase of this race of robbers and murderers is a kind of living protest against the defects of restraining laws, and, above all, against the absence of preventive measures, of provident legislation, of preservative institutions, destined to overlook and guard from infancy this crowd of unfortunates, abandoned or perverted by frightful examples. Once more, these disinherited beings, made neither better nor worse than other creatures, do not become thus incurably corrupted but in the filth of misery, ignorance, and brutality, where they crawl into existence. Still more excited by the laughter, by the bravos of the crowd collected at the windows, the actors of the abominable orgies which we now relate shouted to the orchestra to play a last _galop_. The musicians, delighted at the prospect of a termination to their labors, yielded to the general wish, and played with energy a lively tune. At the vibrating sounds of the brazen instruments, the excitement increased, the dancers appeared to be seized with a sort of frenzy, and, following Skeleton, and his partner, commenced a _ronde infernale_, uttering savage shouts. A thick dust, raised by these furious shufflings, arose from the floor, and cast a kind of red cloud around this whirlwind of men and women, who turned with giddy rapidity. Soon--for these heads excited by wine, by the rapid motion, by their own cries, it was no longer inebriety--it was delirium, it was frenzy; room was wanting. Skeleton cried with a breathless voice, "Clear the door! We are going out--up on the boulevard." "Yes, yes!" cried the dense crowd at the windows, "a _galop_ to the Barrière Saint Jacques!" "It will soon be time for them to shorten the two motts!" "The executioner throws a double ace; it is _low!_" "Accompanied by the French horn!" "We will dance the cotillon by the guillotine!" "Go ahead of the women without any head!" cried Tortillard. "It will enliven the condemned." "I invite the widow." "I invite the daughter." "That will make Jack Ketch gay." "He will dance La Chahut in his shop with customers." "Death to the nobs. Long live the leary coves and nailers!" cried Skeleton, in a roar.