My functions extend no further.

I cite Louis Bonaparte, I cite Saint-Arnaud, Maupas, Moray, Magnan, Carrelet, Canrobert, and Reybell, his accomplices; I cite the executioners, the murderers, the witnesses, the victims, the red-hot cannon, the smoking sabres, the drunken soldiers, the mourning families, the dying, the dead, the horror, the blood, and the tears,--I cite them all to appear at the bar of the civilized world.
"The mere narrator, whoever he might be, would never be believed.

Let the living facts, the bleeding facts, therefore, speak for themselves.
Let us hear the witnesses.
V "We shall not print the names of the witnesses, we have said why, but the reader will easily recognize the sincere and poignant accent of reality.
"One witness says:-- "'I had not taken three steps on the sidewalk, when the troops, who were marching past, suddenly halted, faced about towards the south, levelled their muskets, and, by an instantaneous movement, fired upon the affrighted crowd.
"'The firing continued uninterruptedly for twenty minutes, drowned from time to time by a cannon-shot.
"'At the first volley, I threw myself on the ground and crept along on the pavement like a snake to the first door I found open.
"'It was a wine-shop, No.

180, next door to the Bazaar de l'Industrie.
I was the last person who went in.

The firing still continued.
"'In this shop there were about fifty persons, and among them five or six women and two or three children.