It was impossible to walk through the streets of Paris without stumbling over the dead bodies of the citizens.

Trustworthy eye-witnesses of those dreadful days have placed the number of the dead during the summer at thirty thousand.

A tumultuous assemblage of the starving and the forlorn rushed at last to the municipal palace, demanding peace or bread.

The rebels were soon dispersed however by a charge, headed by the Chevalier d'Aumale, and assisted by the chiefs of the wards, and so soon as the riot was quelled, its ringleader, a leading advocate, Renaud by name, was hanged.
Still, but for the energy of the priests, it is doubtful whether the city could have been held by the Confederacy.

The Duke of Nemours confessed that there were occasions when they never would have been able to sustain a determined onslaught, and they were daily expecting to see the Prince of Bearne battering triumphantly at their gates.
But the eloquence of the preachers, especially of the one-eyed father Boucher, sustained the fainting spirits of the people, and consoled the sufferers in their dying agonies by glimpses of paradise.