They are making too good a thing out of the siege.

They have raised their prices so exorbitantly that the poor complain that it is becoming impossible for them even to die.
A letter found, or supposed to be found, in the pocket of a dead German from his Gretchen is published to-day.

"If you should happen to pillage a jeweller's shop," says this practical young lady, "don't forget me, but get me a pretty pair of earrings." The family of this warrior appears to be inclined to look after the main chance; for the letter goes on to say that his mother had knitted him a jacket, but having done so, has worn it herself ever since instead of sending it to him.
Gretchen will never get her earrings, and the mother may wear her jacket now without feeling that she is depriving her son of it, for the poor fellow lies under three feet of soil near Le Bourget.
_December 30th._ I hear that a story respecting a council which was held a few days ago, at which Trochu was requested to resign, is perfectly true.

Picard and Jules Favre said that if he did resign they should do so also, and the discussion was closed by the General himself saying, "I feel myself equal to the situation, and I shall remain." Yesterday evening there were groups everywhere, discussing the withdrawal of the troops from Avron.

It was so bitterly cold, however, that they soon broke up.