each, and if this siege goes on many weeks longer, the utmost which a person of moderate means will be able to allow himself will be an occasional mouse.

I was curious to see whether the proprietor of the restaurant would boldly call rat, rat in my bill.

His heart failed him--it figures as a salmi of game.
_November 15th._ We have passed from the lowest depths of despair to the wildest confidence.

Yesterday afternoon a pigeon arrived covered with blood, bearing on its tail a despatch from Gambetta, of the 11th, announcing that the Prussians had been driven out of Orleans after two days' fighting, that 1,000 prisoners, two cannon, and many munition waggons had been taken, and that the pursuit was still continuing.

The despatch was read at the Mairies to large crowds, and in the _cafes_ by enthusiasts, who got upon the tables.