Chapter 3 The first part of the resurrection of the dead - the era

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of faith, it was the epoch of doubt; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of disappointment; we were all heading straight for heaven, we were all heading straight for the opposite--in short, then as now, some of the loudest authorities insisted Use the superlative of the adjective to describe it.To say it is good is the highest level; to say it is not good is also the highest level. There is a jowly king and a mediocre queen on the throne of England; a jowly king and a good-looking queen on the throne of France.For the masters of the two countries who control all the wealth of the country, it is clearer than crystal that the overall situation of the country is enough to live forever.

That was the year 1775 of the Christian era.Spiritual revelation was as popular in England then as it is now.Mrs Southcote had just turned her happy twenty-five years, and a prophetic soldier in the royal guard had announced that the lady had made arrangements to sink the City of London and Westminster Abbey, thus opening the way for the emergence of her sublime figure. the way.Even if the ghost of Rooster Lane had been gone for a full twelve years after her aggressive prophecies, last year's elves would still be speaking aggressively like hers, only with a little less supernatural originality.Not long ago, the British king and the British people got some news from the world.That came from the Parliaments of British subjects as far away as America.Strange to say, these messages have a greater impact on mankind than the prophecies of the descendants of the Cock Lane Devil.

France's supernatural is generally less favored than her shield-and-trident-marked sister.France is sliding downhill, printing money and using it.In addition, she also established some kind of feats under the guidance of the priests, and had a little fun.Like sentencing a young man to have his hands chopped off, his tongue pulled out with pliers, and burned alive because he didn't kneel in the rain as a dirty procession of monks passed within sight of him fifty or sixty yards away. Pay homage to it.And it is probable that certain trees growing in the forests of France and Norway at the time of the man's death had been taken by the woodcutter "Fate" to cut them down and saw them into planks to make a kind of The famous movable rack, which contains a pocket and a guillotine.And, on the same day, it is probable that some wagons were sheltered from the wind and rain in the shabby little sheds of some peasant households on the hardened soil of the outskirts of Paris.The cars were rough and splashed with country mud, pigs sniffed beside them and poultry perched on them.It is also very likely that this thing has been taken by the peasant "Death", and he wants to use it as a death row cart during the revolution.But the "woodcutter" and "peasant" were always silent and tiptoeing so that no one could hear them, though they were busy.Therefore, if anyone suspects that they are already acting, it will be regarded as atheism and treason.

England had little order and security to justify national boasting.Armed gangsters daring to break into houses and block roads appear every night in the heart of Gyeonggi.A public warning was issued: Every household, if you want to leave the city, you must store your furniture and belongings in the warehouse of the furniture store for safety.Robbers in the dark are city merchants in broad daylight.If he was recognized by his colleagues who robbed him as the "boss" and was challenged, he would shoot through the opponent's head chicly, and then walk away.Seven robbers robbed the mail van, and three of them were shot dead by the guards escorting the van. The guard himself was also killed by the four robbers "because he ran out of ammunition", and then the mail was taken away calmly.The Lord Mayor of the City of London, a high-spirited official, was restrained by a slasher in Thorn Forest, and obediently stood still.In front of all the entourage, the robber took the eminent man off his feet.The prisoners of the London Gaol fought with the prison guards; the supreme authority of the law fired at the prisoners, and the breeches of the muskets were loaded with bullets and iron sand.Thieves ripped the diamond cross from the nobleman's neck in the court drawing room.The musketeers broke into St. Giles' Church to inspect the contraband, and the mob shot at the musketeers.The musketeers also fired back at the mob.We have long been accustomed to such incidents, and we are not surprised when we see them.Under such circumstances, the executioner was in a hurry.This kind of person is more useless than useful, but always overwhelmed.They sometimes hang up rows of criminals of all kinds.Sometimes robbers caught on Tuesday were hanged on Saturday; sometimes prisoners were burned by the dozen in Newgate Gaol; sometimes pamphlets were burned in front of Westminster Hall.Execute a heinous murderer today, and a poor thief who robbed a farm boy of sixpence tomorrow.

Phenomena of this sort, and a thousand more like them, happened one after the other in the lovely old seventeen hundred and seventy-five years.Surrounded by these events, the "woodcutter" and "peasant" still went about their work quietly, while the two big chins and the other two ordinary and good-looking faces were majestic and imperiously using their divine gifts. monarchy.The year 1775 thus showed its greatness, and brought thousands of little men in their path--several of our history among them.