A regiment marched in, and there was a cry that it had come from the front; then artillery filed by out of the city gate.

I tried myself to pass, and had got half-way through before I was stopped, then I was turned back.

The prisoners here, close by the scene of action, had dwindled down to 5,000.

Imagine Southwark, with every man armed in it, and a battle going on at Greenwich, and you will have an idea of the excitement of Montrouge.
6 _o'clock_ P.M.
The Boulevards almost impassable; the streets before the Mairies absolutely impassable; no official confirmation of the victory.

Everyone who is not inventing news is waiting for it.