Incidents of the postponed Commune. Feverish unrest in Paris. Nothing to cause uneasiness, however. The deep-toned Prussian cannon thunder continuously. They recommend unity among us. The Minister of Finance, M. Ernest Picard, through his secretary, asks me to “grant him an audience;” these are the terms he uses. I answer that I will see him on Monday morning, October 10. October 9.--Five delegates from the Ninth Arrondissement came in the name of the arrondissement to *forbid me to get myself killed*. October 10.--M. Ernest Picard came to see me. I asked him to issue immediately a decree liberating all articles pawned at the Mont de Piété for less than 15 francs (the present decree making absurd exceptions, linen, for instance). I told him that the poor could not wait. He promised to issue the decree to-morrow. There is no news of Gambetta. We are beginning to get uneasy. The wind carried him to the north-east, which is occupied by the Prussians. October 11.--Good news of Gambetta. He descended at Epineuse, near Amiens. Last night, after the demonstrations in Paris, while passing a group that had assembled under a street lamp, I heard these words: “It appears that Victor Hugo and the others--.” I continued on my way, and did not listen to the rest, as I did not wish to be recognised. After dinner I read to my friends the verses with which the French edition of _Les Châtiments_ begins (“When about to return to France,” Brussels, August 31, 1870). October 12.--It is beginning to get cold. Barbieux, who commands a battalion, brought us the helmet of a Prussian soldier who was killed by his men. This helmet greatly astonished little Jeanne. These angels do not yet know anything about earth. The decree I demanded for the indigent was published this morning in the “Journal Officiel.” M. Pallain, the Minister’s secretary, whom I met as I came out of the Carrousel, told me that the decree would cost 800,000 francs. I replied: “Eight hundred thousand francs, all right. Take from the rich. Give to the poor.” October 13.--I met to-day Théophile Gautier, whom I I had not seen for many years. I embraced him. He was rather nervous. I told him to come and dine with me. October 14.--The Château of Saint Cloud was burned yesterday! I went to Claye’s to correct last proofs of the French edition of _Les Chatiments_ which will appear on Tuesday. Dr. Emile Allix brought me a Prussian cannon-ball which he had picked up behind a barricade, near Montrouge, where it had just killed two horses. The cannon-ball weighs 25 pounds. Georges, in playing with it, pinched his fingers under it, which made him cry a good deal. To-day is the anniversary of Jena! October 16.--There is no more butter. There is no more cheese. Very little milk is left, and eggs are nearly all gone. The report that my name has been given to the Boulevard Haussmann is confirmed. I have not been to see it for myself.