For the peculiarity of a popular insurrection is that nobody obeys anybody； the bad passions are free as well as the generous ones；heroes are unable to restrain assassins. Elie， who is the first to enter the fortress， Cholat， Hulin， the brave fellows who are in advance， the French Guards who are cognizant of the laws of war， try to keep their word of honor； but the crowd pressing on behind them know not whom to strike， and they strike at random. They spare the Swiss soldiers who have fired at them， and who， in their blue smocks， seem to them to be prisoners； on the other hand， by way of compensation， they fall furiously on the invalides who opened the gates to them； the man who prevented the governor from blowing up the fortress has his wrist severed by the blow of a saber， is twice pierced with a sword and is hung， and the hand which had saved one of the districts of Paris is promenaded through the streets in triumph. The officers are dragged along and five of them are killed， with three soldiers， on the spot， or on the way. During the long hours of firing， the murderous instinct has become aroused， and the wish to kill， changed into a fixed idea， spreads afar among the crowd which has hitherto remained inactive. It is convinced by its own clamor； a hue and cry is all that it now needs； the moment one strikes， all want to strike. "Those who had no arms，" says an officer， "threw stones at me；[47] the women ground their teeth and shook their fists at me. Two of my men had already been assassinated behind me. I finally got to within some hundreds of paces of the H？tel-de-Ville， amidst a general cry that I should be hung， when a head， stuck on a pike， was presented to me to look at， while at. the same moment I was told that it was that of M. de Launay，" the governor. - The latter， on going out， had received the cut of a sword on his right shoulder； n reaching the Rue Saint-Antoine "everybody pulled his hair out and struck him." Under the arcade of Saint-Jean he was already "severely wounded." Around him， some said， "his head ought to be struck off；" others， "let him be hung；" and others， "he ought to be tied to a horse's tail." Then， in despair， and wishing to put an end to his torments， he cried out， "Kill me，" and， in struggling， kicked one of the men who held him in the lower abdomen. On the instant he is pierced with bayonets， dragged in the gutter， and， striking his corpse， they exclaim， "He's a scurvy wretch (galeux) and a monster who has betrayed us； the nation demands his head to exhibit to the public，" and the man who was kicked is asked to cut it off. -- This man， an unemployed cook， a ******ton who "went to the Bastille to see what was going on，" thinks that as it is the general opinion， the act is patriotic， and even believes that he "deserves a medal for destroying a monster." Taking a saber which is lent to him， he strikes the bare neck， but the dull saber not doing its work， he takes a small black-handled knife from his pocket， and， "as in his capacity of cook he knows how to cut meat，" he finishes the operation successfully.
Then， placing the head on the end of a three-pronged pitchfork， and accompanied by over two hundred armed men， "not counting the mob，"he marches along， and， in the Rue Saint-Honoré， he has two inscriptions attached to the head， to indicate without mistake whose head it is. -- They grow merry over it： after filing alongside of the Palais-Royal， the procession arrives at the Pont-Neuf， where， before the statue of Henry IV.， they bow the head three times， saying， "Salute thy master ！ " -- This is the last joke： it is to be found in every triumph， and inside the butcher， we find the rogue.
VII.
Murders of Foulon and Berthier.
Meanwhile， at the Palais-Royal， other buffoons， who with the levity of gossips sport with lives as freely as with words， have drawn u.
During the night between the 13th and 14th of July， a list of proscriptions， copies of which are hawked about. Care is taken to address one of them to each of the persons designated， the Comte d'Artois， Marshal de Broglie， the Prince de Lambesc， Baron de Bezenval， MM. de Breteuil， Foulon， Berthier， Maury， d'Espréménil， Lefèvre d'Amécourt， and others besides.[48] A reward is promised to whoever will bring their heads to the Café de Caveau. Here are names for the unchained multitude； all that now is necessary is that some band should encounter a man who is denounced； he will go as far as the lamppost at the street corner， but not beyond it. -Throughout the day of the 14th， this improvised tribunal holds a permanent session， and follows up its decisions with its actions.
M. de Flesselles， provost of the merchants and president of the electors at the H？tel-de-Ville， having shown himself somewhat lukewarm，[49] the Palais-Royal declares him a traitor and sends him off to be hung. On the way a young man fells him with a pistol-shot， others fall upon his body， while his head， borne upon a pike， goes to join that of M. de Launay. -- Equally deadly accusations and of equally speedy execution float in the air and from every direction. "On the slightest pretext，" says an elector， "they denounced to us those whom they thought opposed to the Revolution， which already signified the same as enemies of the State. Without any investigation， there was only talk of the seizure of their persons， the ruin of their homes， and the razing of their houses.