band?"

"Where is your brother?"

"Where is your father?"

"Where is your son?"

The wife, the sister, the daughter, the mother answered,--"I do not
know."

In the Allier eleven members of one family alone, the Preveraud family
of Donjon, were struck down, one by the penalty of death, the others by
banishment and transportation.

A wine-seller of the Batignolles, named Brisadoux, was transported to
Cayenne for this line in his deed of accusation: _his shop is frequented
by Socialists_.

Here is a dialogue, word for word, and taken from life, between a
colonel and his convicted prisoner:--

"You are condemned."

"Indeed! Why?"

"In truth I do not exactly know myself. Examine your conscience. Think
what you have done."

"I?"

"Yes, you."

"How I?"

"You must have done something."

"No. I have done nothing. I have not even done my duty. I ought to have
taken my gun, gone down into the street, harangued the people, raised
barricades; I remained at home stupidly like a sluggard" (the accused
laughs); "that is the offence of which I accuse myself."

"You have not been condemned for that offence. Think carefully."

"I can think of nothing."

"What! You have not been to the _cafe_?"

"Yes, I have breakfasted there."

"Have you not chatted there?"

"Yes, perhaps."

"Have you not laughed?"

"Perhaps I have laughed."

"At whom? At what?"

"At what is going on. It is true I was wrong to laugh."

"At the same time you talked?"

"Yes."

"Of whom?"

"Of the President."

"What did you say?"

"Indeed, what may be said with justice, that he had broken his oath."

"And then?"

"That he had not the right to arrest the Representatives."

"You said that?"

"Yes. And I added that he had not the right to kill people on the
boulevard...."

Here the condemned man interrupted himself and exclaimed,--

"And thereupon they send me to Cayenne!"

The judge looks fixedly at the prisoner, and answers,--"Well, then?"

Another form of justice:--

Three miscellaneous personages, three removable functionaries, a
Prefect, a soldier, a public prosecutor, whose only conscience is the
sound of Louis Bonaparte's bell, seated themselves at a table and
judged. Whom? You, me, us, everybody. For what crimes? They invented
crimes. In the name of what laws? They invented laws. What penalties did
they inflict? They invented penalties. Did they know the accused? No.
Did they listen to him? No. What advocates d