led; the remainder came back that night, and
on the following day. About a hundred boys were taken to Belleville by a
member of the Commune, quite a young man; they were wanted to make
sand-bags, to be filled with earth to form barricades."

XII. (Page 345.)

Regarding the death of President Bonjean, the Abbe de Marsay said--"That
gentleman carried his scruples so far that he would not avail himself of
forty-eight hours' leave on _parole_, fearing he could not get back in
time; thus did not see his family."

The Abbe Perni, a venerable man with a white beard, who had been a
missionary said:

"On Wednesday, the 24th of May, we were ordered back to our cells at
La Roquette at an earlier hour than usual, and at about four o'clock
in the afternoon a battalion of federates noisily occupied the
passage into which our cells opened. They spoke at the topmost pitch
of their voices. One of them said, 'We must get rid of these
Versailles banditti.' Another replied, 'Yes; let us bowl them over,
put them to bed.' I understood what this meant, and prepared for
death. Soon after the door next mine was opened, and I heard a man
asking if M. Darboy was there. The prisoner replied in the negative.
The man passed before my door without stopping, and I soon heard the
mild voice of the archbishop answering to his name. The hostages
were then dragged put of the lobby; ten minutes later I saw the
mournful _cortege_ pass in front of my windows; the federates were
walking along in a confused way, making a noise to cover the voice
of their victims, but I could hear Father Allard exhorting his
companions to prepare for death. A little after I heard the report
of the muskets, and understood that all was over. On Thursday (the
25th) the day passed off quietly, but on Friday shells began to fall
on the prison, and at about half-past four in the afternoon a
corporal, named Romain. came up, and with a joyful face told us we
would soon be free. He said answer to your names; I must have 15. He
had a list in his hand, and I must confess a feeling of terror came
over us all. Ten hostages answered to their names. One of them, a
father of the order of Picpus, asked if he could take his hat.
Romain replied, 'Oh, it's no use; you are only going to the
registrar's.' None of these unfortunate men ever returned. On
Saturday (the 27th) we learnt