This gloomy procession came from the Rue Aumaire.  About eight o’clock some thirty workmen gathered together from the neighborhood of the markets, the same who on the next day raised the barricade of the Guerin-Boisseau, reached the Rue Aumaire by the Rue de Petit Lion, the Rue Neuve-Bourg-l’Abbe, and the Carre St. Martin.  They came to fight, but here the combat was at an end.  The infantry had withdrawn after having pulled down the barricades.  Two corpses, an old man of seventy and a young man of five-and-twenty, lay at the corner of the street on the ground, with uncovered faces, their bodies in a pool of blood, their heads on the pavement where they had fallen.  Both were dressed in overcoats, and seemed to belong to the middle class.  The old man had his hat by his side; he was a venerable figure with a white beard, white hair, and a calm expression.  A ball had pierced his skull.

The young man’s breast was pierced with buck-shot.  One was the father, the other the son.  The son, seeing his father fall, had said, “I also will die.”  Both were lying side by side.

Opposite the gateway of the Conservatoire des Arts et Metiers there was a house in course of building.  They fetched two planks from it, they laid the corpses on the planks, the crowd raised them upon their shoulders, they brought torches, and they began their march.  In the Rue St. Denis a man in a white blouse barred the way.  “Where are you going?” said he to them.  “You will bring about disasters!  You are helping the ‘Twenty-five francs!’” “Down with the police!  Down with the white blouse!” shouted the crowd.  The man slunk away.

The mob swelled on its road; the crowd opened out and repeated the “Marseillaise” in chorus, but with the exception of a few swords no one was armed.  On the boulevard the emotion was intense.  Women clasped their hands in pity.  Workmen were heard to exclaim, “And to think that we have no arms!”

The procession, after having for some time followed the Boulevards, re-entered the streets, followed by a deeply-affected and angry multitude.  In this manner it reached the Rue de Gravilliers.  Then a squad of twenty sergents de ville suddenly emerging from a narrow street rushed with drawn swords upon the men who were carrying the litters, and overturned the corpses into the mud.  A regiment of Chasseurs came up at the double, and put an end to the conflict with bayonet thrusts.  A hundred and two citizen prisoners were conducted to the Prefecture.  The two corpses received several sword-cuts in the confusion, and were killed a second time.  The brigadier Revial, who commanded the squad of the sergents de ville, received the Cross of Honor for this deed of arms.

At Marie’s we were on the point of being surrounded.  We decided to leave the Rue Croix des Petits Champs.

At the Elysee they commenced to tremble.  The ex-Commandant Fleury, one of the aides-de-camp of the Presidency, was summoned into the little room where M. Bonaparte had remained throughout the day.  M. Bonaparte conferred a few moments alone with M. Fleury, then the aide-de-camp came out of the room, mounted his horse, and galloped off in the direction of Mazas.