" ... Is it not singular, and almost touching, to see Paris City
drawn out, in the meek May nights, in civic ceremony, which they
call 'SOUPER FRATERNEL,' Brotherly Supper?... See it, O Night! With
cheerfully pledged wine-cup, hobnobbing to the Reign of Liberty,
Equality, Brotherhood, with their wives in best ribands, with their
little ones romping round, the Citoyens, in frugal Love-feast, sit
there. Night in her wide empire sees nothing similar. O my
brothers, why is the reign of Brotherhood _not_ come; It is come,
it shall have come, say the Citoyens frugally hobnobbing.--Ah me!
these everlasting stars, do they not look down 'like glistening
eyes, bright with immortal pity, over the lot of man!' ..."