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been wounded. All the troops are under arms every day. This evening there is a long line of bayonets on the boulevard of the Italians. No one is allowed to come near the square of the Bastile. At Belleville the workmen ripped open the iron railing & armed themselves with the bars of iron & drove back the police. The troop came & scattered them. A Paris crowd is ugly to deal with. They are half earnest half fun. They poked fun at the police - the police pushed they pushed then a blow struck & swords drawn then a bad fight & the police driven back. Then they set fire to one of the paper stands. You remember they look like watch boxes. They let the firemen come & were amused to see them trying to put it out. But if the firemen who are soldiers had pushed them instead of being their friends they could have killed them right away. All the coffee houses are shut on the boulevards & the police bar off whole streets at a time to prevent crowds from forming so that sometimes a man can't get home when he wants to. They seem to be wanting to try something. The country towns give encouragement to Paris & Paris to the towns. It's like we go a skating the first day.  Some one goes on the ice at the edge. Soon another goes just a little farther than another one & little farther & at last they see if it is solid or not all over. Sometimes people get a ducking. It's queer that this last trouble should 
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show itself in such a queer place the Boulevard of the Italians. It would be less surprising here in the Latin quarter St. Antoine. Even these last few days there has been hardly anything on the Boulevard St. Michel. Last night there was a little disturbance on the Boul. St. Michel & some one killed a police who was manoeuvring his billy by throwing a water bottle at him & there were some wounded on both sides. Just before I came in I was with Cure & we saw a squad of two hundred police marching down the street. One of them hollered to me, we'll be too many for you, for he saw we were students. Mrs. Moore sails for America [[strikethrough]] tomor [[/strikethrough]] Saturday & I must go see her tomorrow afternoon. [[strikethrough]] Its now half past ten [[/strikethrough]] & her daughter will be married in Philadelphia. Don't let Fanny go nor go yourself to the wedding if invited for it will be no honor to any of you. Its half past ten now & there has been no firing yet in the streets or I could have heard it from my balcony. I will be the good citizen to keep out of the crowds but will tell you what I hear of interest. Maybe it will all settle now but I don't think you can predict anything of the French people.

I noticed last [[strikethrough]] night [[/strikethrough]] evening that [[strikethrough]] all arms [[/strikethrough]] Friday afternoon in the gun stores all the good guns & pistols were taken out of the windows leaving only the fancy Asiatic arms