to the boulevards, where the most lively enthusiasm burst out around us.  We halted opposite the Rue Drouot.  The mairie of the Ninth Arrondissement was occupied by a battalion attached to the Central Committee—­the 229th, I believe.  Although there was some danger of a collision, we made our way into the street, resolved to do our duty, which was to protest against the interference with order and the disregard for established laws; but no resistance was opposed to us.  The National Guards came out in front of the door of the mairie and presented arms to us, and we were about to continue our way, when some one remarked that our flag, on which, as I have already said, were the woods ‘Meeting of the Friends of Order,’ might expose us to the danger of being taken for ‘reactionnaires,’ and that we ought to add the words ‘Vive la Republique!’ Those who headed the manifestation came to a halt, and a few of them went into a cafe, and there wrote the words on the flag with chalk.  We then resumed our march, following the widest and most frequented paths, and were received with acclamations everywhere.  A quarter of an hour later we arrived at the Rue de la Paix and were marching towards the Place Vendome, where the battalions of the Committee were collected in masses, and where, as is well known, the staff of the National Guard had its head-quarters.  There, as in the Rue Drouot, the drums were beaten and arms presented to us; more than that, an officer came and informed the leaders of the manifestation that a delegate of the Central Committee begged them to proceed to the staff quarters.  At this moment I was carrying the flag.  We advanced in silence.  When we arrived beneath the balcony, surrounded by National Guards, whose attitude was generally peaceful; there appeared on the balcony a rather young man, without uniform, but wearing a red scarf, and surrounded by several superior officers; he came forward and said—­’Citizens, in the name of the Central Committee....’ when he was interrupted by a storm of hisses and by cries of ’Vive l’Ordre!  Vive l’Assemblee Nationale!  Vive la Republique!’ In spite of these daring interruptions we were not subjected to any violence, nor even to any threats, and without troubling ourselves any more about the delegate, we marched round the column, and having regained the boulevards proceeded towards the Place de la Concorde.  There, some one proposed that we should visit Admiral Saisset, who lived in the Rue Pauquet, in the quarter of the Champs Elysees, when a grave looking man with grey hair said that Admiral Saisset was at Versailles.  ‘But,’ he added, ’there are several admirals amongst you.’  He gave his own name, it was Admiral de Chaille.  From that moment he headed the manifestation, which passed over the Pont de la Concorde to the Faubourg St. Germain.  Constantly received with acclamations, and increasing in numbers, we paraded successively all the streets of the quarter, and each time