'I love you,' replied the vile aristocrat.

'I am the wife of a citizen,' I answered, 'and the mother of the Gracchi.' The wretch sneaked away, abashed to seek other prey.

If he addresses himself to some princess or duchess he will probably find a victim." The loudest applause greeted this "experience," and several very unclean-looking patriots rushed forward to embrace the mother of the Gracchi, in order to show her how highly they appreciated her noble conduct.
The newspapers are already beginning to dread that possibly some doubts may be cast upon the heroism of everyone during the last week.

The _Figaro_ contains the following:--"No matter what certain correspondents--better known than they suppose--may say, and although they are preparing to infect foreign countries with their correspondence, our Bretons did not run away on Thursday.

It is true that when they saw the Saxons emerging from their holes and shouting hurrah, our Bretons were a little troubled by this abrupt and savage joke, but"-- then follows the statement of several of the heroes themselves that they fought like lions.