He was cheered.
Preceded by the black flag of misery and the red flag of revolt, deputations of workmen walked in the procession, their aspect one of grim protection.
President, Ministers, Deputies, officials, heads of the magistracy and of the army, each, in their own names and in the name of the sovereign people, renewed the ancient oath to live in freedom or to die.

It was an alternative upon which they were resolutely determined.

But they preferred to live in freedom.

There were games, speeches, and songs.
After the departure of the representatives of the State the crowd of citizens separated slowly and peaceably, shouting out, "Hurrah for the Republic!" "Hurrah for liberty!" "Down with the shaven pates!" The newspapers mentioned only one regrettable incident that happened on that wonderful day.

Prince des Boscenos was quietly smoking a cigar in the Queen's Meadow when the State procession passed by.