fought the whole time like a second Joan
of Arc. At one barricade, a party of
Amazons, armed with knives and pitch-forks,
fell on the Swiss, and killed many. At
another point, a woman led on the citizens.
In the attack on the Swiss barracks, in the
Rue Plumet, a woman, dressed in man's
clothes, fought desperately. Mothers were
seen pushing their boys out of doors, and
commanding them to go and fight for home
and liberty. Many respectable women,
carrying pistols, went from street to street
during the hottest fighting, encouraging
their relations. During the attack on the
Louvre, women advanced during the firing
to rescue and drag out the wounded.

The same self-denial and heroism
prevailed among all classes. M. Pascon, a
young law student, though he had
received two gunshot wounds, perceiving
that his comrades were retiring from the
attack on a Swiss barrack, got upon an
eminence and unceasingly excited the
assailants. Shortly afterwards he was
prominent at the attack on the Tuileries. A
well-dressed man on a valuable horse rode
up to a scavenger and offered him five
hundred francs for his musket. " No, sir," said
the man, " it is my best friend; it has already
brought two of our foes to the ground, and it
will bring down more. I shall keep my best
friend." A poor workman, covered with
blood and sweat, asked a citizen for food. He
had eaten nothing during two days' hard
fighting. He was given food, and welcomed.
He was scarcely seated when the firing
recommenced. He instantly threw away what
was set before him, and hurrying to join his
comrades, fell from exhaustion and died.

The disarmed soldiers were invariably
treated with great humanity. In the mean
time the royal troops in the Bois de
Boulogne were expecting orders to bombard
Paris. The Mayor of Auteuil, out of mere
compassion, and against the wish of the
Commune, sent the soldiers provisions,
but rebuked the Due d'Angoulême for
the king's unconstitutional conduct. The
troops of the guard concentrated round
St. Cloud, with outposts towards Neuilly
and Meudon. The people talked of
barricading the bridge at Neuilly. Many of die
soldiers declared they would desert. When
Marmont, the Duke of Ragusa, who had
pledged himself to hold Paris for fourteen
days, came to St. Cloud, the Due d'Angoulême
said: " You have treated us as you
did others," and, demanding the marshal's
sword, tried to snap it over the pommel
of his saddle. He then put the duke
under arrest. The king, vexed by his son's
violence, limited the arrest to four hours,
and invited the marshal to dinner; but he
refused to appear. The king then received
the resignations of his ministers, and
appointed the Due de Moretemart for Foreign
Affairs, and Count Gerard Minister of War.
They were to stipulate, on the basis of his
abdication, that the Due de Bourdeaux
should be proclaimed king. When the
Due de Moretemart pressed Charles for his
signature, the king shed tears, and held up
a trembling hand. At night, Paris was
illuminated; and strong patrols paraded the
streets from barricade to barricade, gently
disarming tired or drunken men.

On Friday morning perfect calm and
silence reigned over the exhausted city.
Blouses who lived in distant quarters had
thrown themselves into any recess to sleep.
At noon on the stalls of the Palais Royal
there were young men, lying without their
coats, as if dead, and with their muskets
across their breasts. By noon, sixty
thousand rations of bread were distributed
among the national volunteers. Vehicles
bringing provisions stood at the barricades,
as the streets were still closed, and
the dealers went and fetched their supplies
in baskets. The dead were buried; eighty
were interred opposite the eastern gate of
the Louvre. Many bodies (including those
of four Englishmen) were buried in the
Marché des Innocents. Those that fell near
the Seine were stripped and tied in sacks,
put on board charcoal and wood lighters,
floated down the river, and interred in the
Champ de Mars. There had been terrible
carnage in the Quartier des Halles. The
inhabitants at the corner of the Rue de la
Cordonnerie dug a temporary grave, which
they ornamented with flowers, laurels, and
funeral elegies. Many of the biers were
borne along the streets, preceded by
National Guards carrying branches of
laurel. Hundreds of ladies attended the
wounded in the Bourse. In the Hôtel
Dieu were fifteen hundred wounded. The
Rue Basse des Ramparts was turned into
a huge tent for the wounded, by extending
sheets across. All the linen, &c., in the
galleries of Vivienne and Colbert were torn
up for bandages. The National newspaper,
correctly interpreting public feeling, issued
an address concluding with " Vive le Duc
d'Orleans, notre Roi!" but the ultra-
Republicans, displeased at this, shouted here
and there, " Vive la République! Vive
Napoleon the Second!"

The barricades were opened on each side,