es to
the keeping and the patriotism of all Frenchmen.'

"The People henceforward and for ever in possession of universal
suffrages and who need no Prince for its restitution, will know how to
chastise the rebel.

"Let the People do its duty. The Republican Representatives are marching
at its head.

"Vive la Republique! To Arms!"

They applauded.

"Let us all sign," said Pelletier.

"Let us try to find a printing-office without delay," said Schoelcher,
"and let the proclamation be posted up immediately."

"Before nightfall--the days are short," added Joigneaux.

"Immediately, immediately, several copies!" called out the
Representatives.

Baudin, silent and rapid, had already made a second copy of the
proclamation.

A young man, editor of the provincial Republican journal, came out of the
crowd, and declared that, if they would give him a copy at once, before
two hours should elapse the Proclamation should be posted at all the
street corners in Paris.

I asked him,--

"What is your name?"

He answered me,--

"Milliere."

Milliere. It is in this manner that this name made its first appearance
in the gloomy days of our History. I can still see that pale young man,
that eye at the same time piercing and half closed, that gentle and
forbidding profile. Assassination and the Pantheon awaited him. He was
too obscure to enter into the Temple, he was sufficiently deserving to
die on its threshold. Baudin showed him the copy which he had just made.

Milliere went up to him.

"You do not know me," said he; "my name is Milliere; but I know you, you
are Baudin."

Baudin held out his hand to him.

I was present at the handshaking between these two spectres.

Xavier Durrieu, who was editor of the _Revolution_ made the same offer as
Milliere.

A dozen Representatives took their pens and sat down, some around a
table, others with a sheet of paper on their knees, and called out to
me,--

"Dictate the Proclamation to us."

I had dictated to Baudin, "Louis Napoleon Bonaparte is a traitor." Jules
Favre requested the erasure of the word Napoleon, that name of glory
fatally powerful with the People and with the Army, and that there should
be written, "Louis Bonaparte is a traitor."

"You are right," said I to him.

A discussion followed. Some wished to strike out the word "Prince." But
the Assembly was impatient. "Quick! quick!" they cried out. "We are in
December, the days are short," repeat