Before the Maison Doree I saw a few _viveurs_, gazing at its closed windows as though the end of the world had come.

This cafe has been opened day and night for the last twenty years.

From my balcony I can no longer hear the cannon; the sky, however, is even brighter from the conflagration than it was.
_September 20th._ The firing has recommenced.

We can hear it distinctly.

General Ambert has been cashiered.