“On the night of Friday, the order of proceeding was entirely changed.  It had been found proper to call out a strong guard of Austrians, horse and foot.  The mob had been charged by the cavalry, and it was said that several had their limbs broken.  I expected to find the place on Saturday morning quiet and open as usual; but when I reached its entrance, what an impressive scene presented itself!  The delicate plan—­for such in truth it was—­of working by night, was now over.  The Austrians had wished to spare the feelings of the king the pain of seeing his capital dismantled before his palace windows, where he passed in his carriage when he went out for his daily exercise.  But the acute feelings of the people rendered severer measures necessary.  My companion and myself were stopped from entering the place by Austrian dragoons:  a large mob of Frenchmen were collected here, standing on tip-toe to catch the arch in the distance, on the top of which the ominous sight of numbers of workmen, busy about the horses, was plainly to be distinguished.  We advanced again to the soldiers:  some of the French, by whom we were surrounded, said, ‘Whoever you are, you will not be allowed to pass.’  I confess I was for retiring—­for the whole assemblage, citizens and soldiers, seemed to wear an angry and alarming aspect.  But my companion was eager for admittance.  He was put back again by an Austrian hussar:—­’What, not the English!’ he exclaimed in his own language.  The mob laughed loudly, when they heard the foreign soldier so addressed; but the triumph was ours; way was instantly made for us—­and an officer on duty, close by, touched his helmet as we passed.

“The king and princes had left the Tuilleries, to be out of the view of so mortifying a business The court of the palace, which used to be gay with young gardes du corps and equipages, was now silent, deserted, and shut up.  Not a soul moved in it.  The top of the arch was filled with people, and the horses, though as yet all there, might be seen to begin to move.  The carriages that were to take them away were in waiting below, and a tackle of ropes was already affixed to one.  The small door leading to the top was protected by a strong guard:  every one was striving to obtain permission to gratify his curiosity, by visiting the horses for the last time that they could be visited in this situation.  Permission, however, could necessarily be granted but to few.  I was of the fortunate number.  In a minute I had climbed the narrow dark stair, ascended a small ladder, and was out on the top, with the most picturesque view before me that can be imagined.  An English lady asked me to assist her into Napoleon’s car of victory:  his own statue was to have been placed in it, when he came back a conqueror from his Russian expedition! I followed the lady and her husband into the car, and we found a Prussian officer there before us.  He looked at us, and, with a good humored smile, said, ’The emperor kept the English out of France, but the English have now got where he could not! ’Ah, pauvre, Napoleon!’