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 Spes. by the fickle mob, who now clamored as loud ly for Fouquier's blood as erstwhile they had clamored for the blood of the " aristocrats" upon whom they had encouraged him to wreak his vengeance. On the scaffold Fou-

quier exhibited great cowardice. The mob hurled their imprecations upon him. A band struck up an air of jubilation, and before it had ceased playing Fouquier had passed from the scene of his infamous villainies.

SPES. By John Albert Macy. "A/E shoot Hope's rocket in the air; A fleeting moment's fitful glare Lights up our world.

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The final spark

Dies out to leave us in the dark; Then through the gloom so black and chill The stick descends, and all is still.