I suggested that he might take me with him the next time he went out, and pointed out that correspondents rode with the Prussian staffs, but it was of no use.

From Trochu I went to make a few calls.

I found every one engaged in measuring the distance from the Prussian batteries to his particular house.

One friend I found seated in a cellar with a quantity of mattresses over it, to make it bomb-proof.

He emerged from his subterraneous Patmos to talk to me, ordered his servant to pile on a few more mattresses, and then retreated.