Here and there, in four or five of the surviving journals, in four or five which are independent but closely watched, over whose heads is suspended the club of Maupas,[1] some fifteen or twenty writers, courageous, serious, pure, honest, and noble-hearted, who write, as it were, with a chain round their necks, and a ball on their feet; talent between two sentinels, independence gagged, honesty under surveillance, and Veuillot exclaiming: "I am free!" [1] The Prefect of Police.
VI NOVELTIES IN RESPECT TO WHAT IS LAWFUL The press enjoys the privilege of being censored, of being admonished, of being suspended, of being suppressed; it has even the privilege of being tried.

Tried! By whom?
By the courts.

What courts?
The police courts.

And what about that excellent trial by jury?
Progress: it is outstripped.

The jury is far behind us, and we return to the government judges.