Not a day passes without some patriotic captain being tried by court-martial for drunkenness or disobedience.

If a battalion misbehaves itself, it is immediately gibbeted in the order of the day.
The newspapers cry out against this.

They say that Clement Thomas forgets that the National Guards are his children, and that dirty linen ought to be washed at home.

"If this goes on, posterity," they complain, "will say that we were little more than a mob of undisciplined drunkards." I am afraid that Clement Thomas will not have time to carry out his reforms; had they been commenced earlier, there is no reason why Paris should not have had on foot 100,000 good troops.
Mr.Herbert tells me that there are now above 1,000 persons on the English fund, and that every week there are about 30 new applications.
Unknown and mysterious English emerge from holes and corners every day.
Mr.Herbert thinks that there cannot be less than 3,000 of them still in Paris, almost all destitute.

The French Government sold him a short time ago 30,000 lbs.