“Keep this splendid scheme for Holland, Monsieur l’Abbé,” he said, “and come with me to Amsterdam, where I will provide you with the means of livelihood at some coffee-house or bagnio. There you will be free, and of nights you shall write your _Ménippée_ at one end of the table, whilst I, at the other, am busy with my lampoons. They shall be full charged with virus, and who knows but what we may bring about a change in the affairs of the kingdom? Pamphleteers play more part than is thought in the downfall of empires. They prepare the catastrophe which is consummated by a popular revolt.” “What a triumph,” he added, in a voice which whistled through his blackened teeth, carious with the bitter humours of his mouth, “what joy if I effected the destruction of one of those ministers, who, like cowards, shut me in the Bastille! Will you not take a share in such good work, Monsieur l’Abbé?” “By no means,” replied my good master, “I should be very sorry to change anything in the system of the State, and if I thought that my _Apokolokyntosis_ or _Ménippée_ could have such a result, I would never write it.” “What!” exclaimed the disappointed pamphleteer, “didn’t you tell me but a moment ago, that the present government was wicked?” “No doubt,” said Monsieur l’Abbé, “but I merely imitate the wisdom of that old crone of Syracuse who, at the time when Dionysius treated his people most execrably, went to the temple every day to pray to the gods for the life of the tyrant. Told of this singular piety, Dionysius wished to know the reason for it. He sent for the good woman, and questioned her: “She replied, ‘I am no longer young and have lived under many tyrants, and I have always observed that a bad one was succeeded by a worse. You are the most detestable that I have yet seen. From which I conclude that your successor will be, if possible, more wicked than yourself, and I pray the gods to give him to us as late as may be.’ “That old woman was very sensible, and I think as she did, Monsieur Jean Hibou, that sheep do well to allow themselves to be sheared by their old shepherd, for fear a younger one should come along, who would but shear them closer.” Monsieur Jean Hibou’s gall, stirred by this discourse, spent itself in bitter words: