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nd the cork. Very good. He plays his last sou on the famous game, and in the evening, when he returns home, he carries to his family--what?--the empty bottle! On the Place two barricades have been made, one across the Rue de la Paix, and the other before the Rue Castiglione. "Two formidable barricades," say the newspapers, which may be read thus: "A heap of paving stones to the right, and a heap of paving stones to the left." I whisper to myself that two small field-pieces, one on the place of the New Opera-house, and the other at the Rue de Rivoli, would not be long before they got the better of these two barricades, in spite of the guns that here and there display their long, bright cylinders. The Federals have decidedly a taste for gallantry. About twenty women--I say young women, but not pretty women--are selling coffee to the National Guards, and add to their change a few ogling smiles meant to be engaging. As to the Column, it has not the least appearance of being frightened by the decree of the Commune which threatens it with a speedy fall. There it stands like a huge bronze I, and the emperor is the dot upon it. The four eagles are still there, at the four corners of the pedestal, with their wreaths of immortelles, and the two red flags which wave from the top seem but little out of place. The column is like the ancient honour of France, that neither decrees nor bayonets can intimidate, and which in the midst of threats and tumult, holds itself aloft in serene and noble dignity. LIII. Who would think it? They are voting. When I say "they are voting," I mean to say "they might vote;" for as for going to the poll, Paris seems to trouble itself but little about it. The Commune, too, seems somewhat embarrassed. You remember Victor Hugo's song of the Adventurers of the Sea: "En partant du golfe d'Otrente Nous etions trente, Mais en arrivant a Cadix Nous n'etions que dix."[59] The gentlemen of the Hotel de Ville might sing this song with a few slight variations. The Gulf of Otranto was not their starting point, but the Buttes Montmartre; though to make up for it they were eighty in number. On arriving at C----, no, I mean, the decree of the Colonne Vendome, they were a few more than ten, but not many. What charming stanzas in imitation of Victor Hugo might Theodore de Banville and Albert Glatigny write on the successive desertions of the members of the Comm
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