He had, in fact, risen to a perilous eminence; for the clouds of the great Revolution were already massing in the sky, and the sans-culotte crowds were straining to be at the throats of the cursed "aristos," and to hurl Louis from his throne.

I believed it might even take a turn so, and a sans-culotte man be furnished at last with a two-hundred-and-fifty-acre home in Nicaragua, "'Mid sandal bowers and groves of spice, Might be a Peri's paradise"; and plantain food without sweat, and the elixir of joy called aguardiente!