The mother became frightened lest a _coup d'etat_ should be made upon her offspring, and after turning it up and solemnly smacking it, took it away from the club.

By this time orator No.

1 had been succeeded by orator No.2.This gentleman, a lieutenant in the National Guard, thus commenced.

"Citizens, I am better than any of you.
(Indignant disapproval.) In the Hotel de Ville on Monday I told General Trochu that he was a coward." (Tremendous shouts of "You are a liar," and men and women shook their fists at the speaker.) Up rose the venerable Blanqui.

There was a dead silence.