Victory seemed certain.

There was a moment of enthusiasm and joy when all these men, still standing between life and death, embraced one another.--'Now,' exclaimed Jules Favre, 'let but a regiment come over, or a legion, and Louis Bonaparte is lost!'-- 'To-morrow, the Republic will be at the Hotel de Ville!' said Michel de Bourges.

All was ferment, all was excitement; in the most peaceful quarters the proclamations were torn down, and the ordinances defaced.

On Rue Beaubourg, the women cried from the windows to the men employed in erecting a barricade: 'Courage!' The agitation reached even to Faubourg Saint-Germain.

At the headquarters on Rue de Jerusalem, which is the centre of the great cobweb that the police spreads over Paris, everyone trembled; their anxiety was immense, for they saw the possibility that the Republic would triumph.