been voted, a man who later on turned traitor, Quentin Bauchart, exclaimed, “Let us all sign it.”  All signed it.  Odilon Barrot came in and signed it.  Antony Thouret came in and signed it.  Suddenly M. Piscatory announced that the Mayor was refusing to allow Representatives who had arrived to enter the Hall.  “Order him to do so by decree,” said Berryer.  And the decree was voted.  Thanks to this decree, MM.  Favreau and Monet entered; they came from the Legislative Palace; they related the cowardice of Dupin.  M. Dahirel, one of the leaders of the Right, was exasperated, and said, “We have received bayonet thrusts.”  Voices were raised, “Let us summon the Tenth Legion.  Let the call to arms be beaten.  Lauriston hesitates.  Let us order him to protect the Assembly.”  “Let us order him by decree,” said Berryer.  This decree was drawn up, which, however, did not prevent Lauriston from refusing.  Another decree, again proposed by Berryer, pronounced any one who had outraged the Parliamentary inviolability to be a traitor, and ordered the immediate release of those Representatives who had been wrongfully made prisoners.  All this was voted at once without debate, in a sort of great unanimous confusion, and in the midst of a storm of fierce conversations.  From time to time Berryer imposed silence.  Then the angry outcries broke forth again.  “The coup d’etat will not dare to come here.”  “We are masters here.”  “We are at home.”  “It would be impossible to attack us here.”  “These wretches will not dare to do so.”  If the uproar had been less violent, the Representatives might have heard through the open windows close at hand, the sound of soldiers loading their guns.

A regiment of Chasseurs of Vincennes had just entered silently into the garden of the Mairie, and, while waiting for orders, were loading their guns.

Little by little the sitting, at first disorderly and tumultuous, had assumed an ordinary aspect.  The uproar had relapsed into a murmur.  The voice of the usher, crying “Silence, gentlemen,” had succeeded in overcoming the hubbub.  Every moment fresh Representatives came in, and hastened to sign the decree of deposition at the “bureau.”  As there was a great crowd round the “bureau” waiting to sign, a dozen loose sheets of paper to which the Representatives affixed their signatures were circulated in the great Hall and the two adjoining rooms.

The first to sign the decree of deposition was M. Dufaure, the last was M. Betting de Lancastel.  Of the two Presidents, one, M. Benoist d’Azy, was addressing the Assembly; the other, M. Vitet, pale, but calm and resolute, distributed instructions and orders.  M. Benoist d’Azy maintained a decorous countenance, but a certain hesitation in his speech revealed an inner agitation.  Divisions, even in the Right, had not disappeared at this critical moment.  A Legitimist member was overheard saying in a low voice, while speaking of one of the Vice-Presidents, “This great Vitet looks like a whited sepulchre.”  Vitet was an Orleanist.