The Seven Ages of the Republic.
——France is a stage,
And all her heroes little more than players.
Her Kings their exits have, and entrances;
And the Republic runs its round of parts,
Its acts being seven ages. First, Young France,
Emeuting and plotting, e’en in the nurse’s arms;
Then ouvrier out of work, casquette on head,
And frowning hairy face, going, in faith,
To Louis Blanc to school. Then Lamartine,