ing headache, gives me the appetite I have lost, removes all distemper from my stomach, liver and spleen, imparts tone and energy to my decaying body, and relieves me of the oppressive sense of ill-health under which I smart and groan Is not this the remedy that I am in search of? In this way, the religion which meets and satisfies all the highest wants and cravings, the sublimest longings and yearnings of our nature, is the thing, the moral remedy which our souls loudly and plaintively cry for from the depths of their distress It is the God-given panacea for all our woes, and its rivals are so many nostrums which ought to be thrown away and cast overboard
A SCENE FROM CONTEMPORARY HISTORY
Time 17th July 1851
PLACE, THE NATIONAL ASSEMBLY AT PARIS
On the Tribune M Victor Hugo—But publications of another colour, journals of another shade expressing most incontestably the view of Government, for they are sold in the streets with privilege, and to the exclusion of all the others—these cry to us—"you are right,—the monarchy of legitimacy is impossible, the monarchy of right divine and of principle is dead, but the other, the monarchy of glory, the empire—this is not only possible but necessary” Such is the language held out to us
It is the other side of the monarchical question Let us examine it And first of all—the monarchy of glory—do you say! Hold You have glory? show it to us (Merriment) I should be curious to see the glory of this our present Government (Laughter and cheers on the left)—the glory which belongs to you!
Let us see it Your glory where is it? I search fox it I look around me, of what is it composed?
