“...  O honte, un lansquenet
    Gauche, et parodiant Cesar dont il herite,
    Gouverne les esprits du fond de sa guerite!”

These manuscripts are lost.

The police might come back at any moment, in fact they did come back a few minutes after I had left.  I kissed my wife; I would not wake my daughter, who had just fallen asleep, and I went downstairs again.  Some affrighted neighbors were waiting for me in the courtyard.  I cried out to them laughingly, “Not caught yet!”

A quarter of an hour afterwards I reached No. 10, Rue des Moulins.  It was not then eight o’clock in the morning, and thinking that my colleagues of the Committee of Insurrection had passed the night there, I thought it might be useful to go and fetch them, so that we might proceed all together to the Salle Roysin.

I found only Madame Landrin in the Rue des Moulins.  It was thought that the house was denounced and watched, and my colleagues had changed their quarters to No. 7, Rue Villedo, the house of the ex-Constituent Leblond, legal adviser to the Workmen’s Association.  Jules Favre had passed the night there.  Madame Landrin was breakfasting.  She offered me a place by her side, but time pressed.  I carried off a morsel of bread, and left.

At No. 7, Rue Villedo, the maid-servant who opened the door to me ushered me into a room where were Carnot, Michel de Bourges, Jules Favre, and the master of the house, our former colleague, Constituent Leblond.

“I have a carriage downstairs,” I said to them; “the rendezvous is at the Salle Roysin in the Faubourg St. Antoine; let us go.”

This, however, was not their opinion.  According to them the attempts made on the previous evening in the Faubourg St. Antoine had revealed this portion of the situation; they sufficed; it was useless to persist; it was obvious that the working-class districts would not rise; we must turn to the side of the tradesmen’s districts, renounce our attempt to rouse the extremities of the city, and agitate the centre.  We were the Committee of Resistance, the soul of the insurrection; if we were to go to the Faubourg St. Antoine, which was occupied by a considerable force, we should give ourselves up to Louis Bonaparte.  They reminded me of what I myself had said on the subject the previous evening in the Rue Blanche.  We must immediately organize the insurrection against the coup d’etat and organize it in practicable districts, that is to say, in the old labyrinths of the streets St. Denis and St. Martin; we must draw up proclamations, prepare decrees, create some method of publicity; they were waiting for important communications from Workmen’s Associations and Secret Societies.  The great blow which I wished to strike by our solemn meeting at the Salle Roysin would prove a failure; they thought it their duty to remain where they were; and the Committee being few in number, and the work to be done being enormous, they begged me not to leave them.