The only tradesmen in Paris who are making a good thing out of their country's misfortunes are the liquor sellers and the grocers; their stores seem inexhaustible, but they are sold at famine prices.

"I who speak to you, I owe myself to my country.

There is no sacrifice I would not make rather than capitulate to those Huns, those Vandals," said a grocer to me, with a most sand-the-sugar face, this morning, as he pocketed about ten times the value of a trifle--candles, in fact, which have risen twenty-five per cent.

in the last two days--and folding his arms, scowled from under his kepi into futurity, with stern but vacuous resolution.
_January 6th._ I have just returned from Point-du-Jour, where I went with Mr.Frank Lawley in order to see myself what truth there was in the announcement that we were being bombarded.

Point-du-Jour is the point where the Seine issues from Paris.