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When they arrived at the Louvre they found the gates shut, and the
garden evacuated. The troops were under arms, and formed in battalion.

"After the passage of the procession, the Garden was again open to the
public."

And the evening and the morning were the first day.

There's nothing serious in mortality: is there, from the beginning
of this account to the end thereof, aught but sheer, open, monstrous,
undisguised humbug? I said, before, that you should have a history of
these people by Dickens or Theodore Hook, but there is little need of
professed wags;--do not the men write their own tale with an admirable
Sancho-like gravity and naivete, which one could not desire improved?
How good is that touch of sly indignation about the LITTLE CATAFALQUES!
how rich the contrast presented by the economy of the Catholics to the
splendid disregard of expense exhibited by the devout Jews! and how
touching the "APOLOGETICAL DISCOURSES on the Revolution," delivered
by the Protestant pastors! Fancy the profound affliction of the Gardes
Municipaux, the Sergens de Ville, the police agents in plain clothes,
and the troops with fixed bayonets, sobbing round the "expiatory
monuments of a pyramidical shape, surmounted by funeral vases," and
compelled, by sad duty, to fire into the public who might wish to
indulge in the same woe! O "manes of July!" (the phrase is pretty and
grammatical) why did you with sharp bullets break those Louvre windows?
Why did you bayonet red-coated Swiss behind that fair white facade,
and, braving cannon, musket, sabre, perspective guillotine, burst yonder
bronze gates, rush through that peaceful picture-gallery, and hurl
royalty, loyalty, and a thousand years of Kings, head-over-heels out of
yonder Tuileries' windows?

It is, you will allow, a little difficult to say:--there is, however,
ONE benefit that the country has gained (as for liberty of press, or
person, diminished taxation, a juster representation, who ever thinks
of them?)--ONE benefit they have gained, or nearly--abolition de la
peine-de-mort pour delit politique: no more wicked guillotining for
revolutions. A Frenchman must have his revolution--it is his nature to
knock down omnibuses in the street, and across them to fire at troops
of the line--it is a sin to balk it. Did not the King send off
Revolutionary Prince Napoleon in a coach-and-four? Did not the jury,
before the face of God and Justice, proclaim Revolutionary Colonel
Vaudrey not