The War Cry . Anarchy gave place toevery semblance of social order.The Last Awful Hour. At length there dawned the last dayof the yenr. Only a few hours re-mained before tbe destroying angelshould descend with his flamingsword. The madness of the peoplereached its height. No work wasdone. No shops were opened. Themarket-places were deserted. Nofires were kindled on the hearths. No d*ai A Social Chaos. If sueh was tbe con-dition of the noblesand the clergy, one canImagine the grievousburdens under which the peasantsstaggered. They had to work atforced labour, in building castles, re-pairing roa
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The War Cry . Anarchy gave place toevery semblance of social order.The Last Awful Hour. At length there dawned the last dayof the yenr. Only a few hours re-mained before tbe destroying angelshould descend with his flamingsword. The madness of the peoplereached its height. No work wasdone. No shops were opened. Themarket-places were deserted. Nofires were kindled on the hearths. No d*ai A Social Chaos. If sueh was tbe con-dition of the noblesand the clergy, one canImagine the grievousburdens under which the peasantsstaggered. They had to work atforced labour, in building castles, re-pairing roads, cleansing moats, and to give a portion or their crops tothe feudal lord, and to surrender tohim their daughters hefore thesecould be married to men of their ownClass. They must ransom the noblewhen be was taken prisoner, andsuffer silently when their own cot-tages were burned and their harvestscarelessly destroyed. A writer of thetime, has said: Ruffians, aiTiied withswords, beset the roads, lay in ambush.