To-morrow we shall date our decrees from the Pantheon."

Signs of good omen grew more numerous. An old hotbed of insurrection,

the Rue Saint-André-des-Arts, was becoming agitated. The association

called La Presse du Travail gave signs of life. Some brave workmen, at

the house of one of their colleagues, Nétré No. 13, Rue du Jardinet,

had organized a little printing-press in a garret, a few steps from the

barracks of the Gendarmerie Mobile. They had spent the night first in

compiling, and then in printing "A Manifesto to Working Men," which

called the people to arms. They were five skilful and determined men;

they had procured paper, they had perfectly new type; some of them

moistened the paper, while the others composed; towards two o'clock in

the morning they began to print. It was essential that they should not

be heard by the neighbors; they had succeeded in muffling the hollow

blows of the ink-rollers, alternating with the rapid sound of the

printing blankets. In a few hours fifteen hundred copies were pulled,

and at daybreak they were placarded at the corners of the streets. The

leader of these intrepid workmen, A. Desmoulins, who belonged to that

sturdy race of men who are both cultured and who can fight, had been

greatly disheartened on the preceding day; he now had become hopeful.

On the preceding day he wrote:--"Where are the Representatives? The

communications are cut. The quays and the boulevards can no longer be

crossed. It has become impossible to reunite the popular Assembly. The

people need direction. De Flotte in one district, Victor Hugo in

another, Schoelcher in a third, are actively urging on the combat, and

expose their lives a score of times, but none feel themselves supported

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