over his brow.
The Assembly shouted to him:
"Enough! Enough!"
He turned towards Ledru-Rollin and exclaimed:
"You said that you had done with me. It is I who have done with you. You
said: 'For some time.' I say to you: 'For ever!'"
It was all over. The Assembly wanted to close the debate.
Lagrange ascended the tribune and gesticulated amid hoots and hisses.
Lagrange was at once a popular and chivalrous declaimer, who expressed
true sentiments in a forced voice.
"Representatives," said he, "all this amuses you; well, it doesn't amuse
me!"
The Assembly roared with laughter, and the roar of laughter continued
throughout the remainder of his discourse. He called M. Landrin M.
Flandrin, and the gaiety became delirious.
I was among those whom this gaiety made heavy at heart, for I seemed to
hear the sobs of the people above these bursts of hilarity.
During this uproar a list which was being covered with signatures and
which bore an order of the day proposed by M. Dupont de l'Eure, was
passed round the benches.
Dupont de l'Eure, bent and tottering, read from the tribune, with the
authority of his eighty years, his own order of the day, amid a deep
silence that was broken at intervals by cheers.
The order of the day, which was purely and simply a reiteration of
the declaration of June 28: "General Cavaignac has merited well of the
fatherland," was adopted by 503 votes to 34.
Mine was among the thirty-four. While the votes were being counted,
Napoleon Bonaparte, son of Jerome, came up to me and said:
"I suppose you abstained?"
"From speaking, yes; from voting, no," I replied.
"Ah!" he went on. "We ourselves abstained from voting. The Rue de
Poitiers also abstained."
I took his hand and said:
"You are free to do as you like. For my part I am not abstaining. I am
judging Cavaignac, and the country is judging me. I want the fullest
light thrown upon my actions, and my votes are my actions."
1849.
I. THE JARDIN D'HIVER.
II. GENERAL BREA'S MURDERERS.
III. THE SUICIDE OF ANTONIN MOYNE.
IV. A VISIT TO THE OLD CHAMBER OF PEERS.
I. THE JARDIN D'HIVER. FEBRUARY, 1849.
In February, 1849, in the midst of the prevailing sorrow and terror,
fetes were given. People danced to help the poor. While the cannon with
which the rioters were threatened on January 29, were, so to speak,
still trained ready for firing, a charity ball attracted all P
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