Horses have a way when they are wounded of making desperate efforts to get up, and then letting their heads fall with a bang on the soil which is very horrible to witness.
Everybody in authority and out of it seems to have a different opinion as to when the siege will end.

I cannot think that when a town with two million inhabitants is reduced to such expedients as this is now, it can hold out very long.

The rations, consisting alternately of horse and salt fish, are still distributed, but they are hardly sufficient to keep body and soul together.

Unless we make up our minds to kill our artillery horses, we shall soon come to the end of our supply.

The rumour to-day is that the Prussians have evacuated Versailles, and that Frederick Charles has been beaten in a battle on the Loire, but I cannot say that I attach great credit to either story.