The shells swept the open court, broke in the roof of the barracks, and tore down the peach-trees whose fruit is so dear to the Parisians.

From eleven o'clock, it was impossible to pass along the road to Montreuil in safety.

In that village, the few persons who are still left sought shelter in their cellars.

At three o'clock the sun came out, and I passed along the strategical road to Noisy.

I met several regiments--Zouaves, Infantry, and Marines--coming from Noisy and Bondy.