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Professor Louis Favre, speaking of these excursions, which led them sometimes into the gorges of the Seyon, sometimes into the forests of Chaumont, says: "They were fete days for the young people, who found in their professor an active companion, full of spirits, vigor, and gayety, whose enthusiasm kindled in them the sacred fire of science."
But when you shout: Vive Blanqui!... excuse me... I have a right to shout: Vive Jules Favre! excuse me, I have a perfect right " But his voice was drowned in a chorus of yells. Men in képis shook their fists at him, shouting: "Traitor! no surrender! down with Badinguet!" His broad face, distraught with terror, still bore traces of its erstwhile look of smug effrontery.
Bismarck, gray, imbittered, without honour in an unenlightened court, can still smile when he remembers Jules Favre and his prayer for the National Guard. And these were the men who formed the convoy around the chariot of France militant, France in arms! a cortège at once hideous, shameful, ridiculous, grotesque. What was left of the Empire?
When, after the rupture of the negotiations at Ferrieres, Jules Favre acquainted the country with M. von Bismarck's demands the cession of Alsace, the garrison of Strasbourg to be surrendered, three milliards of indemnity a cry of rage went up and the continuation of the war was demanded by acclaim as a condition indispensable to the country's existence.
"Va, citoyen," said one fugitive, an officer-popularly elected, because he was the loudest brawler in the club of the Salle Favre, we have seen him before Charles, the brother of Armand Monnier; "men can't fight when they despise their generals. It is our generals who are poltroons and fools both." "Carry my answer to the ghosts of cowards," cried De Mauldon, and shot the man dead.
Elle est plus digne de moi que d'autre." "No," he said, aloud, "I am not married. Marriage is at best a pitiful ceremony. But if you wished for news of me, surely you must have heard of my effect as an orator not despised in the Salle Favre. Since, I have withdrawn from that arena. But as a journalist I flatter myself that I have had a beau succes." "Doubtless, doubtless, my Gustave, my Poet!
The insurgents marched to the senate-house, demanded the election of a municipal council which should share power with the government, and proceeded to imprison Trochu, Jules Favre, and their associates.
Jules Favre had several times exclaimed, "Is any one there?" "It is not possible," was the answer. "We have instructed Durand-Savoyat to allow no one to remain there." And the discussion continued. Nevertheless the sound of voices insensibly increased, and ultimately grew so distinct that it became necessary to see what it meant. Carnot half opened the door.
"M. Gambetta and M. Jules Favre," was the answer. And we had only just settled ourselves in our seats when Gambetta was in the tribune, making a short but impassioned speech. I but vaguely remember what the speech was about, but the attitude of the lion head thrown back, and the tones of the famous voice, remain with me as it rang out in the recurrent phrase: "Je proteste! Messieurs, je proteste!"
Another important incident had occurred on the very evening after the insurrection: Jules Favre, the Foreign Minister, had then forwarded a letter to Prince Bismarck. The Government's first idea had been merely to surrender that is to open the city-gates and let the Germans enter at their peril. It did not wish to negotiate or sign any capitulation.
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