Morning Republican

Dombrowski.

Dombrowski was evidently a hero, judging from the following account of him by a Parisian correspondent:

My first meeting with him took place under very characteristic circumstances. It was shortly after Bergeret's disastrous sortie, when the national guards had been driven back like a flock of frightened sheep before the savage roar of the guns of Mont Valerien. Dombrowski had taken command, and was, at the moment I rode up, at the head of two Belleville battalions near the Ivry gate, trying to get them to march out and occupy the lost positions in Neuilly. They refused.

"You are a parcel of cowards," exclaimed the general in a passion. "Will you march?"

"Nous sommes trahis. We have no more confidence in anybody."

"No," they shouted. "Nous sommes vendus. We won't go outside the walls."

Then, I repeat it, you are base, ignoble cowards," said the general.

"What! you, a stranger you dare to come here and insult us to our faces. We will tear you to pieces," howled the crowd, and they gathered around him with scowling faces and threatening gestures.

It was an exciting moment. He had heaped insult after insult upon them, and on a point on which Frenchmen are supposed to be most sensitive; he was one man against 2,000, and a stranger. An uncertain sort of murmur rose above the sea of savage, upturned faces; then, after a moment, they threw up their hats and shouted: "Vive Dombrowski; c'est un brave garcon!"

"We will march! Lead us on! lead us on!"

"En avant!" then said the general; and they marched out and commenced the implacable street warfare which ended in the reoccupation of Neuilly, and made the breaching of the Mailiot gate and shelling of the avenue de la Grande Armee utterly useless; it being impossible for an attacking column to advance with the enemy on their rear.