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      The Tomahawk. A Saturday Journal Of Sati...

      THE TOMAHAWK . A SATURDAY JOURNAL OF SATIRE . CMtefc bp frttfrttt rVetkttt . u INVITAT CULPAM QUI PECCATUM PRETERIT . "

      No. 172.] London, August 20, 187a [Price...

      No . 172 . ] LONDON , AUGUST 20 , 187 a [ Price Twofbnci .

      "Put Not Your Faitff In"—Peoples/

      " PUT NOT YOUR FAITff IN "—PEOPLES /

      By The Time These Lines Are In Type And ...

      By the time these lines are in type and are in the hands of our readers , Napoleon III . -will be either re-established on his throne or humbled to the very dust . Whichever be the fate of the unlucky Emperor , the conduct of the Parisians in the moment of Frances greatest trial will

      remain as a disgrace and a scandal for evermore . As a sample of the demeanour that may be expected from , the people at the time of a nation ' s peril , that conduct is worthy of a little more attention than the silent scorn and hearty loathing that one is naturally prone to afford it . It will be wholesome to hold up

      that conduct to execration , as a warning to those who foolishly sympathise with the ravings of a Beales , a Lucraft , or an Odger . The ouvricroi Paris and the " working man of London have many points of resemblance . They are both impatient in the hour of disasterthey are both disciples of physical forceand they are

      , , both , to use plain Anglo-Saxon , uneducated dolts . We do not mean by the " working man" the steady artizan , who thinks more of his family ' s welfare than the vapid twaddle of " h " -less patriots and tavern statesmen , who prefers working for his living of marching through the streets of the West End with dirty

      demagogues for leaders and riotous roughs for companions , who loves " home" better than " liberty . " No ! Such a man is a honour to his country , and our remarks have nothing to do with him . When we talk of the " working man , " we allude to the wretched creature who has degraded that once ' respected

      title by assuming it , to the " workman" of the pot-house , the " mechanic " who is never so busy as when he is breaking windows , who is never so harmless as when he is drinking beer . In fact , to the man who confounds patriotism with drunkenness , and sees no difference between shouting for reform and smashing a

      lamp-post . Two years ago this same " working man" was allowed to take the law into his own dirty hands , to invade our streets , and to pull down our park railings . Since then he has been treated by our Government with leniency , and ( when it has suited their purpose ) even with love . Recent events in

      Paris have shown the value of the " working man " in a crisis , and the example should not be lost upon us . Last week a dreadful reverse was the fate of Napoleon III . Whatever may have been the faults of the hero of the coup cC & at , Paris owes him muchmore than she can ever repay . For the

      last eighteen years France , has been one of the greatest nations —if not the greatest—in Europe . Leaving out of the question her prestige as a military and naval power , her commerce has

      increased to gigantic dimensions , her manufactures have challenged our own in excellence , her credit has become nearly as good as that of shopkeeping England herself . The France of the Second Empire is immeasurably greater than the France of Louis Philippe . Paris , the capitalhas shared the nation ' s

      , prosperity . Not only has she changed from a town of hovels into a city of palaces , but she has , through the contrivance of Napoleon on two occasions , played hostess to the whole civilised world . The Exhibitions of 18 55 and 1867 brought millions to the Boulevards . From the date of the fatal 2 nd of December ,

      1851 , until the present hour , Paris has enjoyed undisturbed prosperity . The very war which has proved so disastrous to France was forced upon Napoleon by the Parisians . And the result . The moment the hour arrives for the display of real patriotismthese same Parisians , forgetful of all the favours

      , they have received at the hands of their chosen chief , turn round upon him and attempt to ruin him ! " Put not your trust in Princes , " cried Wolsey in his disgrace . "Put not your trust in peoples , " may well be the sigh of Napoleon III ., as ill , and almost dying , he feebly clings to the

      throne which he has rendered so glorious . Yes , " put not your trust in peoples . " What cany ou expect from briars but thorns ? These Parisians for eighteen years have been basking like tigers in the sun of prosperity , the savage nature of their race has only been dormant within them . Descendants of the men who

      deluged Paris with innocent blood in the time of the Revolution , they have lost none of their forefathers' ferocity . They have been lying in wait for years , now they have sprung upon their prey . While the Emperor was successful they received his favoursand shouted " Vive l'Empereur " until they were

      hoarse , but , the moment his fortune failed him , and he called upon them for help , they were at his throat in an instant , seeking to encompass his ruin—perhaps even his death . They did this because they were brutes by nature , and dolts by training ! The ouvrier of Paris is physically , a ferocious

      monster , morally , again to use plain Anglo-Saxon , an unmitigated ass ! Over here in England we have the ouvrier * s counterpart . The so-called " working man " is every atom as ferocious as the Parisian , he is as great a coward , as big a bully , and as " pronounced " a donkey . We can afford to laugh at him in England ?

      because if he becomes a decided nuisance we can kick him into his native mud—not so in Paris , for over there the outfrier ( in the absence of soldiers ) is in the majority . And in the majority the nuisance ripens into a danger—a very great danger . Among the processionists of two years ago a body of very

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    • Tomahawk (1867-1870), Aug. 20, 1870, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/t/issues/ttw_20081870/page/3/