Just the contrary with war； the aspect of things changes， and the alternative is the other way. It is no longer a choice between order and disorder， but between the new and the old regime， for， behind foreign opponents on the frontier， there stand the émigrés. The commotion is terrible， especially amongst the lower classes which mainly bore the whole weight of the old establishment； among the millions who live by the sweat of their brow， artisans， small farmers， métayers， day-laborers and soldiers， also the smugglers of salt and other articles， poachers， vagabonds， beggars and half-beggars， who， taxed， plundered， and harshly treated for centuries， have to endure， from father to son， poverty， oppression and disdain. They know through their own experience the difference between their late and their present condition. They have only to fall back on personal knowledge to revive in their imaginations the enormous royal， ecclesiastical， and seignorial taxes， the direct tax of eighty-one per cent.， the bailiffs in charge， the seizures and the husbandry service， the inquisition of excise men， of inspectors of the salt tax， wine tax (rats de cave) and game-keepers， the ravages of wild birds and of pigeons， the extortions of the collector and his clerk， the delay and partiality in obtaining justice， the rashness and brutality of the police， the kicks and cuffs of the constabulary， the poor wretches gathered like heaps of dirt and filth， the promiscuousness， the over-crowding， the filth and the starvation of the prisons.[77] They have simply to open their eyes to see their immense deliverance； all direct or indirect taxes for the past two years legally abolished or practically suppressed， beer at two pennies a pot， wine at six， pigeons in their meat-safes， game on their turn-spits， the wood of the national forests in their lofts， the gendarmerie timid， the police absent， in many places the crops all theirs， the owner not daring to claim his share， the judge avoiding condemning them， the constable refusing to serve papers on them， privileges restored in their favor， the public authorities cringing to the crowds and yielding to their exactions， remaining quiet or unarmed in the face of their misdeeds， their outrages excused or tolerated， their superior good sense and deep feeling lauded in thousands of speeches， the jacket and the blouse considered as symbols of patriotism， and supremacy in the State claimed for the sans-culottes[78] in the name their merits and their virtues. -- And now the overthrow of all this is announced to them， a league against them of foreign kings， the emigrants in arms， an invasion imminent， the Croats and Pandours in the field， hordes of mercenaries and barbarians crowding down on them again to put them in chains. -- From the workshop to the cottage there rolls along a formidable outburst of anger， accompanied with national songs， denouncing the plots of tyrants and summoning the people to arms.[79]
This is the second wave of the Revolution， fast swelling and roaring， less general than the first， since it bears along with it but little more than the lower class， but higher and much more destructive.
Not only， indeed， is the mass now launched forth coarse and crude， but a new sentiment animates it， the force of which is incalculable， that of plebeian pride， that of the poor man， the subject， who， suddenly erect after ages of debasement， relishes， far beyond his hopes and unstintedly， the delights of equality， independence， and dominion.
"Fifteen millions white Negroes，" says Mallet du Pan，[80] worse fed， more miserable than those of St. Domingo， like them rebelled and freed from all authority by their revolt， accustomed like them， through thirty months of license， to ruling over all that is left of their former masters， proud like them of the restoration of their caste and exulting in their horny hands. One may imagine their transports of rage on hearing the trumpet-blast which awakens them， showing them on the horizon the returning planters， bringing with them new whips and heavier manacles？ -- Nothing is more distrustful than such a sentiment in such breasts -- quickly alarmed， ready to strike， ready for any act of violence， blindly credulous， headlong and easily impelled， not merely against real enemies on the outside， but at first against imaginary enemies on the inside，[81] but also against the King， the ministers， the gentry， priests， parliamentarians， orthodox Catholics；againstall administrators and magistrates imprudent enough to have appealed to the law；all manufacturers， merchants， and owners of property who condemn disorder；the wealthy whose egotism keeps them at home；all those who are well-off， well-bred and well-dressed.
They are all under suspicion because they have lost by the new regime， or because they have not adopted its ways. -- Such is the colossal brute which the Girondins introduce into the political arena.[82] For six months they shake red flags before its eyes， goad it on， work it up into a rage and drive it forward by decrees and proclamations，* against their adversaries and against its keepers，* against the nobles and the clergy，* against aristocrats inside France in complicity with those of Coblentz，* against "the Austrian committee" the accomplice of Austria，* against the King， whose caution they transform into treachery，* against the whole government to which they impute the anarchy they excite， and the war of which they themselves are the instigators.[83]