The populace had assembled there in great force, armed with every kind of weapon they could obtain, their arms bared up to the shoulders, and the whole of them presenting the most wild and motley appearance imaginable.

They had set fire to the Corps-de-Garde, the flames of which spread a light around as bright as day.

Strange to say, the populace evinced a perfect good-humour, and more resembled a mob met to celebrate a saturnalia than to subvert a monarchy.
Comtes d'O---- and V---- were recognised by some of the people, who seemed pleased at seeing them.

On returning, they passed through the Rue de Richelieu, which they found in total darkness, all the lanterns having been broken.

Comte d'O---- luckily found his cabriolet in the Rue de Menars, where he had left it, not being able to take it farther, owing to a portion of the pavement being broken up, and had only time to reach the club-house in the Rue de Gramont, in the court of which he placed his cab, before the populace rushed by, destroying every thing they met, among which was the carriage of the Prince Tufiakin.