One old gentleman came and stood before me.

I knew well what was coming--the old, old question.

"Well, what does England think of our attitude now ?" I said that only one word could properly qualify it--sublime.

"We are sacrificing our lives," said the mild young man.

I looked at him, and I greatly fear that I smiled--"that is to say," he continued, "we are prepared to sacrifice them." "Monsieur is in the Garde Nationale ?" I asked.