I was obliged to "vanquish the prejudices of my stomach," and make a dinner on sheeps' trotters, pickled cauliflower, and peaches.

My stomach is still engaged in "vanquishing its prejudice" to this repast, and I am yet in the agonies of indigestion.

In connection, however, with this question of food, there is another important consideration.

Work is at a standstill.
Mobiles and Nationaux who apply _forma pauperis_ receive one franc and a half per diem.

Now, at present prices, it is materially impossible for a single man to buy sufficient food to stave off hunger for this sum, how then those who depend upon it for their sustenance, and have wives and families to support out of it, are able to live, it is difficult to understand.