patriots do a bit of business in tricolour cockades -- The
company marches away -- Casualties -- "Le patriotisme" means the
difference between the louis d'or and the ecu of three francs --
The company bivouacs on the Boulevard Saint-Martin -- A tyrant's
victim "_malgre lui_" -- Wednesday, February 23rd -- The Cafe
Gregoire once more -- The National Guards _en neglige_ -- A novel
mode of settling accounts -- The National Guards fortify the
inner man -- A bivouac on the Boulevard du Temple -- A camp scene
from an opera -- I leave -- My companion's account -- The
National Guards protect the regulars -- The author of these notes
goes to the theatre -- The Gymnase and the Varietes on the eve of
the Revolution -- Bouffe and Dejazet -- Thursday, February 24th,
'48 -- The Boulevards at 9.30 a.m. -- No milk -- The
Revolutionaries do without it -- The Place du Carrousel -- The
sovereign people fire from the roofs on the troops -- The troops
do not dislodge them -- The King reviews the troops -- The
apparent inactivity of Louis-Philippe's sons -- A theory about
the difference in bloodshed -- One of the three ugliest men in
France comes to see the King -- Seditious cries -- The King
abdicates -- Chaos -- The sacking of the Tuileries -- Receptions
and feasting in the Galerie de Diane -- "Du cafe pour nous, des
cigarettes pour les dames" -- The dresses of the princesses --
The bourgeois feast the gamins who guard the barricades -- The
Republic proclaimed -- The riff-raff insist upon illuminations --
An actor promoted to the Governorship of the Hotel de Ville --
Some members of the "provisional Government" at work -- Mery on
Lamartine -- Why the latter proclaimed the Republic.

I was returning home earlier than usual on Saturday night, the 19th of
February, '48, when, at the corner of the Rue Lafitte, I happened to run
against a young Englishman who had been established for some years in
Paris as the representative of his father, a wealthy cotton-spinner in
the north. We had frequently met before, and a cordial feeling had
sprung up between us, based at first--I am bound to say--on our common
contempt for the vanity of the French.

"Come and breakfast with me to-morrow morning," he said; "I fancy you
will enjoy yourself. We will breakfast in my quarter, and you will see
the National Guards in all their g