In less than two hours there were in Paris more than two hundred barricades, bordered with flags and all the arms that the League had left entire.

Everybody cried, 'Hurrah! for the king!' but echo answered, 'None of your Mazarin!'" The coadjutor kept himself shut up at home, protesting his powerlessness; the Parliament had met at an early hour; the Palace of Justice was surrounded by an immense crowd, shouting, "Broussel! Broussel!" The Parliament resolved to go in a body and demand of the queen the release of their members arrested the day before.

"We set out in full court," says the premier president Mole, "without sending, as the custom is, to ask the queen to appoint a time, the ushers in front, with their square caps and a-foot: from this spot as far as the Trahoir cross we found the people in arms and barricades thrown up at every hundred paces." [_Memoires de Matthieu Mole,_ iii.

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255.] [Illustration: President Mole----355] "If it were not blasphemy to say that there was any one in our age more intrepid than the great Gustavus and the Prince, I should say it was M.
Mole, premier president," writes Cardinal de Retz.