They are to the Republic what the Zouaves were to the Empire.

They are very far, however, from reciprocating the admiration which the Republicans entertain for them.

They are brave, devout, credulous peasants, care far more for Brittany than they do for Paris, and regard the individuals who rule by the grace of Paris with feelings the reverse of friendly.

The army and the Mobiles, indeed, like being cooped up here less and less every day, and they cannot understand why the 300,000 National Guards who march and drill in safety inside the capital do not come outside and rough it like them.

While I was talking to these Bretons one of them blew his nose with his handkerchief.