(Condensed from Carlyle's "French Revolution")
To the living and the struggling a new] one irregular deluge of musketry, without Fourteenth dawes. Under alli effect. The Invalides lie flat, firing com-maging distractedly for arms. The arms lying packed And now, to the. Bastille, ye intrepid Parisians! There grapeshot still threatens thither all men's thoughts and steps are paratively at their ease from behind stone hardly through portholes show the tip of a nose. We fall shot; and make no impression.
Blood flows; the aliment of new madness, The wounded are carried into houses of the Rue Cerisaie; the dying leave their last mandate not to yield till the accursed Stronghold fall. And yet, alas, how fall?
are so thick! Deputations arrive Hótel-de-Ville. These wave their -flag in the arched Gateway; and rolling their drum. In such Crack of Doom, De Launay cannot hear, dare believe them: they return with justi-rage, the whew of lead still singing in their ears; What to do?
And. still. the fire-deluge- abates not: even wotheh are firing. Garde. Françaises have come: reel cannon, real cannoneers.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.