top of their voices, and without any idea of what
was the matter, “Shoot him! throw him the water!
hang him!” Superstitious individuals leaned
towards hanging for the sake of the cords. As
to the original cause of the commotion, no one seemed
to remember anything about it. I overheard one
man say,—“It appears that they arrested
him just as he was setting fire to the ambulance at
the Palais de l’Industrie!” As to what
became of the young man I do not know; I trust he
was neither hanged, shot, nor drowned. At any
rate, let it be a lesson to others not to get embroiled
in dangerous adventures of that kind; and whatever
your anxiety may be concerning your family or affairs,
you would do well to hide it carefully under a smiling
exterior. Suppose you meet one of your friends,
who says to you, “My dear fellow, how anxious
you must be?” You must answer, “Anxious!
oh, not at all. On the contrary, I never felt
more free of care in my life.”—“Oh!
I thought your aunt was ill, and as you do not receive
any letters ...”—“Not receive
any letters!” you continue in the same strain,
“who told you that? Not receive any letters!
why, I have more than I want! what an idea!”—“Then
you must be strangely favoured,” says your mystified
companion; “for since Citizen Theiz has taken
possession of the Post-office, the communications are
it. It is a rumour set on float by the reactionists.
Why, those terrible reactionists go so far as to pretend
that the Commune has imprisoned the priests, arrested
journalists, and stopped the newspapers!”—“Well,
you may say what you please, but a proclamation of
Citizen Theiz announces that communication with the
departments will not be re-established for some days.”—“Nothing
but modesty on his part; he has only to show himself
at the Post-office, and the service, which has been
put out of order by those wretched reactionists, will
be immediately reorganised.”—“So
I am to understand that you have news every day of
your aunt.”—“Of course.”—“Well,
I am delighted to hear it; for one of my friends,
who arrived from Marseilles this morning, told me
that your aunt was dead.”—“Dead,
good heavens! what do you mean? Now I think of
it, I did not get a letter this morning.”—“There
You must not, however, allow your sorrow to carry
you away, at the risk of your personal safety, but
answer readily. “I see it all, for a wonder
I did not get a letter this morning; Citizen Theiz
is a kind-hearted man, and did not want to make me
[Footnote 45: A working chaser, and one of the
most active and influential members of the International
Society. He was among the accused who were tried
in July, 1870, and was condemned to two years’
imprisonment. On the formation of the Central
Committee, he was appointed Vice-President. It
was Theiz who saved the General Post Office, Rue J.J.
Rousseau, from the total destruction decreed by other
members of the Commune. His fate is not well known.
Director of the General Post-office in the Rue J.J.
Rousseau, he is said to have saved that important
establishment, doomed to destruction by the Commune.
Theiz escaped from Paris to London on the 29th of July;
he took an active part in the struggle to the last,
and was close to Vermorel when wounded at the barricade
of the Chateau d’Eau.]