with excitement and fear. If I have been too long on this one subject, it is because it is yet before my eyes.
'It was that fire raised the people. There was fighting all through the night in the Rue Notre Dame de Lorette, on the Boulevards where they had been shot at, and at the Porte St. Denis. At ten o'clock, they resigned the house of the Minister of Foreign Affairs (where the disastrous volley was fired) to the people, who immediately took possession of it. I went to school, but [was] hardly there when the row in that quarter commenced. Barricades began to be fixed, Everyone was very grave now; the externes went away, but no one came to fetch me, so I had to stay. No lessons could go on. A troop of armed men took possession of the barricades, so it was supposed I should have to sleep there, The revolters came and asked for arms, but Deluc (head-master) is a National Guard, and he said he had only bis own and he wanted them; but he said he would not fire on them. Then they asked for wine, which he gave them,
