at the Pantheon; the Courtigis brigade at the Faubourg St. Antoine; the Renaud division at the Faubourg St. Marceau.  At the Legislative Palace the Chasseurs de Vincennes, and a battalion of the 15th Light Infantry; in the Champs Elysees infantry and cavalry; in the Avenue Marigny artillery.  Inside the circus is an entire regiment; it has bivouacked there all night.  A squadron of the Municipal Guard is bivouacking in the Place Dauphine.  A bivouac in the Council of State.  A bivouac in the courtyard of the Tuileries.  In addition, the garrisons of St. Germain and of Courbevoie.  Two colonels killed, Loubeau, of the 75th, and Quilio.  On all sides hospital attendants are passing, bearing litters.  Ambulances are everywhere; in the Bazar de l’Industry (Boulevard Poissioniere); in the Salle St. Jean at the Hotel de Ville; in the Rue du Petit Carreau.  In this gloomy battle nine brigades are engaged.  All have a battery of artillery; a squadron of cavalry maintains the communications between the brigades; forty thousand men are taking part in the struggle; with a reserve of sixty thousand men; a hundred thousand soldiers upon Paris.  Such is the Army of the Crime.  The Reibell brigade, the first and second Lancers, protect the Elysee.  The Ministers are all sleeping at the Ministry of the Interior, close by Morny.  Morny watches, Magnan commands.  To-morrow will be a terrible day.”

This page written, I went to bed, and fell asleep.

THE THIRD DAY—­THE MASSACRE.

CHAPTER I.

THOSE WHO SLEEP AND HE WHO DOES NOT SLEEP

During this night of the 3d and 4th of December, while we who were overcome with fatigue and betrothed to calamity slept an honest slumber, not an eye was closed at the Elysee.  An infamous sleeplessness reigned there.  Towards two o’clock in the morning the Comte Roguet, after Morny the most intimate of the confidants of the Elysee, an ex-peer of France and a lieutenant-general, came out of Louis Bonaparte’s private room; Roguet was accompanied by Saint-Arnaud.  Saint-Arnaud, it may be remembered, was at that time Minister of War.

Two colonels were waiting in the little ante-room.

Saint-Arnaud was a general who had been a supernumerary at the Ambigu Theatre.  He had made his first appearance as a comedian in the suburbs.  A tragedian later on.  He may be described as follows:—­tall, bony, thin, angular, with gray moustaches, lank air, a mean countenance.  He was a cut-throat, and badly educated.  Morny laughed at him for his pronunciation of the “Sovereign People.”  “He pronounces the word no better than he understands the thing,” said he.  The Elysee, which prides itself upon its refinement, only half-accepted Saint-Arnaud.  His bloody side had caused his vulgar side to be condoned.  Saint-Arnaud was brave, violent, and yet timid; he had the audacity of a gold-laced veteran and the awkwardness of a man who had formerly been “down upon his luck.”  We saw him one day in the tribune, pale, stammering, but daring.  He had a long bony face, and a distrust-inspiring jaw.  His theatrical name was Florivan.  He was a strolling player transformed into a trooper.  He died Marshal of France.  An ill-omened figure.