text:  France will steer another tack Solon of--the Almanac! "Hear your praises from your pages Hear them from your liveried lords Let your valets earn their wages Liars living on their words; We'll soon give them nuts to crack Caesar of--the Almanac! "When a dotard fills the throne Fit for nothing but a nurse When a nation's general groan Yields to nothing but its curse; What are armies at thy back Henri of--the Almanac? "When the truth is bought and sold When the wrongs of man are spurn'd Then the crown's last knell is toll'd Then old Time thy glass has turn'd And comes flying from thy pack To nations a _new_ Almanac! "Mistress minister Bourbon Rule by bayonets bribes and spies Charlatans in church and throne France is opening all her eyes-- Down go minion king and quack We'll have _our_ new Almanac!" [27] A scene of peculiar infamy near Paris