A National Guard who was there said, "Throw him out of the window!" "Kick him downstairs!" cried one of the people.
This Assembly, grievous as were its offences against the principles of the Revolution--and with these wrongs Democracy alone had the right to reproach it--this Assembly, I repeat, was the National Assembly, that is to say, the Republic incarnate, the living Universal Suffrage, the Majesty of the Nation, upright and visible.

Louis Bonaparte assassinated this Assembly, and moreover insulted it.

A slap on the face is worse than a poniard thrust.
The gardens of the neighborhood occupied by the troops were full of broken bottles.

They had plied the soldiers with drink.

They obeyed the "epaulettes" unconditionally, and according to the expression of eyewitnesses, appeared "dazed-drunk." The Representatives appealed to them, and said to them, "It is a crime!" They answered, "We are not aware of it." One soldier was heard to say to another, "What have you done with your ten francs of this morning ?" The sergeants hustled the officers.