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Updated: June 19, 2025
Nancy Corbett was everywhere, she found out what troops were ordered to embark on the expedition, and she was acquainted with some of the officers, as well as the sergeants and corporals; an idea struck her which she thought she could turn to advantage. She slipped into the barrack-yard, and to where the men were being selected, and was soon close to a sergeant whom she was acquainted with.
"Things are going well with us, it seems." Now again they had to go outside, and the reading over of names began once more. This time the standing-orders were given out, and during this performance their captain came into the barrack-yard.
So out of the barrack-yard, with something of an air, marched my dear brother, his single drum and fife playing the inspiring old melody, Marlbrouk is gone to the wars, He'll never return no more! I soon missed my brother, for I was now alone, with no being, at all assimilating in age, with whom I could exchange a word.
He had continued some time in this faint and apparently tranquil state, when confused sounds in the barrack-yard, followed by the raising of the heavy drawbridge, announced the return of the detachment. Again he started up in his bed and demanded his clothes, declaring his intention to go out and receive the corpse of his murdered brother.
When all this was reported to De Morny, he remarked: "It is well; but they are the last deputies who will be made prisoners," meaning that any others would be shot. It was half-past three when the deputies were locked into the barrack-yard. The December day was cold and frosty, the sky overcast. The first thing they did was to call the roll.
The time passed on without any one else appearing; a silence, as if of the grave, prevailed in the building; and had it not been for the bugle- calls in the adjacent barrack-yard, the shouts of command and the measured tramp of the men at drill, together with the loud and frequent boom of artillery from the walls, and the fainter echo of our own ordnance in the distance, I might have supposed myself to be in a deserted city.
In a few minutes I was up and dressed, and so perfectly transformed by the addition of a brown scratch-wig and large green spectacles, and a deep-flapped waistcoat, that my servant, on re-entering my room, could not recognise me. I followed him now across the barrack-yard, as, with my pistol-case under one arm and a lantern in his hand, he proceeded to the barrack-gate.
When the contemporary man steps from the street, of clamorous insincere advertisement, push, adulteration, underselling and intermittent employment into the barrack-yard, he steps on to a higher social plane, into an atmosphere of service and cooperation and of infinitely more honorable emulations.
Simple, good, frank, cordial, such they had shown themselves the very first day, and delightfully pretty into the bargain a fact which is never insignificant. Jean fell at once under the charm; he was there still! At the moment when he dismounted in the barrack-yard, at nine o'clock, the old priest began his campaign joyously.
Arrived at the Mairie, they made Jules de Lasteyrie, Lafayette's grandson, president pro tempore, and proceeded to pass a decree deposing Louis Bonaparte. Scarcely was this done when a battalion of cavalry arrived, and the legislators soon perceived that they were prisoners. After a great deal of altercation with the soldiers, they were marched off to a barrack-yard on the Quai d'Orsay.
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