The Insurrection in Paris

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Insurrection in Paris, by An Englishman: Davy

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Title: The Insurrection in Paris
Author: An Englishman: Davy
Release Date: November 24, 2006 [EBook #19912]
Language: English
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THE INSURRECTION IN PARIS
RELATED
BY
AN ENGLISHMAN
An eye-witness of that frightful war and of the terrible evils which accompanied it
PRICE: 2 fr. 50 c.
PARIS
A. LEMOIGNE, EDITOR
26, PLACE VEND?ME
1871
Imprimerie de F. Le Blanc-Hardel, rue Froide, 2 et 4, à Caen.
Paris, June the 25th 1871.
DEAR EDWARD,
To you who have been pleased to take some interest in what I wrote about Paris, I inscribe this small volume which, according to your suggestion, I publish under the form of a nearly day per day correspondence.
Yours truly,
DAVY.

RECOLLECTIONS
OF THE
PARISIAN INSURRECTION.
The desire of appreciating de visu the results of a five month's siege in a town of two million inhabitants, unexampled in the annals of humanity, made me leave London on the twentieth of March.
Hardly landed in the Capital of France which I thought of finding tranquil and occupied in exercising its genius in repairing the disasters caused by the enemy, I heard with stupefaction that Paris, a prey to civil war, was under the blow of a fresh siege.
Sad change! the German helmets had given place to the French kepys; citizens of the same nation were going to cut one another's throats.
My first thought was to withdraw from this mournful and dangerous spectacle. Of what importance to me, a simple citizen of Great Britain, were the disorders and furies of that people, in turn our most cruel enemy or our friend according to circumstances, as European politics or the interests of sovereigns make of them our adversary or our ally?--Why expose myself voluntarily to the heart-rending and often dangerous trials of a war that had none of my sympathies either on the one side or on the other of the enclosure? Was I going to see a great people breaking its irons and fighting to death in order to recover its rights and liberty?--No--the French people had at last the government of their choice,--the Republic. There was, then, question of an impious war, undertaken by a blind multitude for the profit of a few hidden ambitions: that is to say, a war without grandeur and without interest for a simple spectator.
However, after due reflection, I overcame my repugnance. I had, in my excursions, remarked, among the armed bands, so many heterogeneous elements; that is to say, thousands of individuals of all social positions and of so many nationalities, that I began to think it would perhaps be useful to my compatriots to hear by and by a sincere recital, written by a disinterested pen, of the events about to take place.
I did not conceal from myself the dangers to which my curiosity would expose me; but had I not, and that too without any advantage, incurred as great dangers in escalading Mont-Blanc and in going up along the borders of the Nile? Besides, as is generally the case, the certainty of an imminent peril only served to strengthen my resolution. Moreover, not wishing to run any useless risk, I thought good to take a few precautions: I went to see Monsieur ***, an old French refugee that I had known at London, by the interposition of M. Causidiere. I asked him if he could not procure me a permission, a pass, some paper or other.
?Are you quite decided on staying??
Asked that gentleman, whom I do not name for a reason that will be appreciated by the reader.
?Perfectly decided.?
?Could nothing, not even good advice, make you renounce your intention??
?Nothing.?
?Then come with me to the Town-hall.?
I followed him; and, half an hour afterwards, I was in possession of a pass signed by two members of the Commune.
This precaution was not to be useless. A few days afterwards, going to see the fort of Vanves, strongly menaced, I was arrested and taken before the commander of the Fort.
This officer examined my pass; and, hesitating without doubt as to my identity, he put several questions to me in English. My answers certainly satisfied him, for he took me by the hand and said to me in a tone not without emotion:
?Go, Sir, I will give you some one to accompany you; I like the English; I have seen them under fire; I was at Inkermann.?
The next day, having advanced too near Courbevoie, I was arrested by a patrol, and taken