The _Drapeau blanc_ was edited by Martainville, a man of infinite resource, but one who could hate and was hated in return. Charged with the defence of the bridge of Pecq, as commandant of the National Guard of Saint-Germain, he was reproached with having, in 1814, delivered up this bridge to the Prussians; and he replied to the reproach, not merely by an avowal, but with bravado: not being able to deny it, he boasted about it. But as all treachery torments the heart of the man who has committed it, irrespective of what he said, so it preyed on his vital forces. M. Arnault had infuriated him by deriving his name from _Martin_ on his father's, and _Vil_ (vile) on his mother's side. He was courageous enough, and, ever ready to tackle an adversary, he did battle with Telleville Arnault over his _Germanicus._ The bullet of the poet's son merely grazed the thigh of the critic, leaving nothing worse than a slight bruise behind it. "Bah!" said Arnault's father, "he has not even felt it: a blow from a stick would have produced the same effect." The _Foudre_ was the admitted journal of the Marsan Party, the outspoken expression of the ultra-Royalists, who, through all the reactions that followed, leant for support on the Comte d'Artois, and who waited impatiently for that decomposition of the elements, which, at the rate things were going, could not fail to be accomplished under Louis XVIII. The editors of the _Foudre_ were Bérard, the two brothers Dartois (who were also comic-opera writers), Théaulon and Ferdinand Langlé, Brisset and de Rancé. At the opposite pole of Liberal opinion to the _Foudre_ was the _Miroir_, a newspaper hussar, a delightful skirmisher, overflowing with wit and _humour_; it was controlled by all the men who were noted for their spirit of opposition to the times, and who, we hasten to say, were really opposed to it. These men were MM. de Jouy, Arnault, Jal, Coste, Castel, Moreau, etc. So the unfortunate _Miroir_ was the object of relentless persecution at the hands of the Government, in whose eyes it was for ever flashing a broken ray of sunlight from the days of the Empire. Suppressed as the _Miroir_, it reappeared as the _Pandore;_ suppressed as _Pandore_, it became the _Opinion;_ suppressed finally as _Opinion_, it rose again under the title of the _Reunion;_ but this was the last of its metamorphoses: Proteus was run to earth, and died in chains. Do not let us forget the _Courrier français_, the sentinel of advanced opinion, almost Republican, at a time when no one dared even to pronounce the word republic. It was for the _Courrier français,_ edited by Châtelain, one of the most honest and most enlightened patriots of that period, that, as I have already mentioned, M. de Leuven worked.