text:  What a commotion there would be! How would the younger sort rebelling against the old rotten machine in which they had been incarcerated form themselves into emigrating bands and start forth to try upon some new soil their great experiment of a free life! How would they welcome toil in all its severity--how willingly practise abstinence and suffer privation for the sake of the bold rights which these would purchase!--how willingly take upon themselves the responsibility of their own fate to enjoy a fortune of their own shaping! Hope herself would start from the earth where she had been so long buried and waving her rekindled torch would lead on to the old _race_ of life! _Charles Fourier_ was the son of a woollen-draper at Besancon