circulated in the great Hall and the two adjoining rooms.

The first to sign the decree of deposition was M. Dufaure, the last was

M. Betting de Lancastel. Of the two Presidents, one, M. Benoist d'Azy,

was addressing the Assembly; the other, M. Vitet, pale, but calm and

resolute, distributed instructions and orders. M. Benoist d'Azy

maintained a decorous countenance, but a certain hesitation in his

speech revealed an inner agitation. Divisions, even in the Right, had not

disappeared at this critical moment. A Legitimist member was overheard

saying in a low voice, while speaking of one of the Vice-Presidents,

This great Vitet looks like a whited sepulchre." Vitet was an Orleanist.

Given this adventurer with whom they had to deal, this Louis Bonaparte,

capable of everything, the hour and the man being wrapt in mystery, some

Legitimist personages of a candid mind were seriously but comically

frightened. The Marquis of ----, who acted the fly on the coach-wheel

to the Right, went hither and thither, harangued, shouted, declaimed,

remonstrated, proclaimed, and trembled. Another, M. A---- N----,

perspiring, red-faced, out of breath, rushed about distractedly. "Where

is the guard? How many men are there? Who commands them? The officer!

send me the officer! Long live the Republic! National Guard, stand firm!

Long live the Republic!" All the Right shouted this cry. "You wish then

to kill it," said Esquiros. Some of them were dejected; Bourbousson

maintained the silence of a vanquished placeman. Another, the Viscount of

---, a relative of the Duke of Escars, was so alarmed that every moment

he adjourned to a corner of the courtyard. In the crowd which filled the

courtyard there was a gamin of Paris, a child of Athens, who has since

become am elegant and charming poet, Albert Glatigny. Albert Glatigny

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