Of the President."

What did you say?"

Indeed, what may be said with justice, that he had broken his oath."

And then?"

That he had not the right to arrest the Representatives."

You said that?"

Yes. And I added that he had not the right to kill people on the

boulevard...."

Here the condemned man interrupted himself and exclaimed,--

And thereupon they send me to Cayenne!"

The judge looks fixedly at the prisoner, and answers,--"Well, then?"

Another form of justice:--

Three miscellaneous personages, three removable functionaries, a

Prefect, a soldier, a public prosecutor, whose only conscience is the

sound of Louis Bonaparte's bell, seated themselves at a table and

judged. Whom? You, me, us, everybody. For what crimes? They invented

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