The National Guards on the ramparts, I hear, grumble very much at having to spend the night in the open air.

The only men I think I can answer for are the working men of the outer faubourgs and a portion of the Provincial Gardes Mobiles.
They do mean to fight.

Some of the battalions of the National Guards will fight too, but I should be afraid to trust the greater portion of them, even behind earthworks.

"Remember," says the _Figaro_ to them to-day, "that you have wives and children; do not be too venturesome." This advice, I think, was hardly needed.

As for the regular troops, they are not to be trusted, and I am not sorry to think that there are 10,000 sailors in the forts to man the guns.
We have been manifesting again to-day.