The Terror lasted longer, but it was not much more lurid than the Commune; the Hotel de Ville and the Tuileries in flames, the column gone from the Place Vendome, when I got there just after the siege.

The regions of the beautiful Opera House and of the venerable Notre Dame they told me had been but yesterday running streams of blood.

At the corner of the Rue de la Paix and the Rue Dannou (they called it then the Rue St.Augustine) thirty men, women, and boys were one forenoon stood against the wall and shot, volley upon volley, to death.

In the Sacristy of the Cathedral over against the Morgue and the Hotel Dieu, they exhibit the gore-stained vestments of three archbishops of Paris murdered within as many decades.
IV Thackeray came to Paris when a very young man.

He was for painting pictures, not for writing books, and he retained his artistic yearnings if not ambitions long after he had become a great and famous man of letters.