when, at the foundation of the Empire, all the commanders of divisional armies were made marshals except himself. He was, however, consoled by the emperor deigning to explain to him the reason in the following flattering words: "If Bessières had not been named on this occa sion, he would never have had a chance; but you are not in that position, and you will be all the greater when your elevation is the reward of your actions." The principal result of Marmont's encampment in Holland will be found in a turf pyramid he erected, and which still is known by the name of Marmont Berg. At the coronation he was appointed colonel-general of the Chasseurs, and at the same time found himself in the critical position of adviser-general to Joseph Bonaparte, who did not at all like the position which the emperor designed for him as King of Italy. Marmont honestly advised him to refuse, in order that he might not resign his rights to the crown of France. He was the only one of the family in whom the nation could place any confidence, if the emperor died without issue. Joseph followed the advice, chiefly, we must confess, as he said himself in enumerating his catalogue of complaints against his brother, "because he wanted him to take that shabby title of king, so odious to the French." The emperor, less scrupulous and timid, assumed the title himself. On Marmont's return to Holland, he took with him the most severe orders against any commerce between Holland and England. He was even authorized to seize all English goods then in Holland, sell them, and divide the proceeds among the army; in other words, to pocket three fourths for himself-an affair of more than twelve million francs. But Marmont resisted such an act of injustice, and contented himself with giving ample notice, and seizing any ships which came into port in defiance of him. The proceeds of the sale of these was divided among the soldiers, and made rich men of them for several campaigns. The news of the Austrian occupation of Bavaria broke up the great flotilla, to the intense delight of the troops, who were worn out with the delay. An immense army of 170,000 men, all panting for glory, marched on the Rhine, and the temper they displayed was a guarantee that the Austrians would soon be punished for their daring attempt to beard the scourge of Europe. The violation of the Prussian territory estranged a faithful ally, and Marmont gives a curious account of the way his opinions were changed: "The reasons which induced the King of Prussia to alter his decision, reached my knowledge at a later date, and as I had them direct from Prince Metternich, they deserve insertion in this place. "The king had formally announced his intention to remain neutral, but the Emperor king and the allies he had at court, did not Alexander, counting on the weakness of the doubt but that he could succeed in bringing him over, so he marched his columns without hesitation into Polish Prussia, in order to reach the Austrian territory. Prince Dolgourouki, aide-de-camp to the emperor, was sent to Berlin to inform the king that the Russian troops would enter the Prussian territory on a certain day. Count Alopeus, Russian envoy at Berlin, immediately took Dolgourouki to an audience with the king, to make the communication. He was accompanied by Count Metternich, the Austrian minister. The king replied angrily, and declared that this contempt of his rights would force him to throw himself into the arms of the French; and he told Dolgourouki that the only remedy was to start immediately, and stay the Russian columns before they entered Prussia, which was nearly impos sible, seeing the shortness of the time. This stormy conference was nearly concluded, and the affair appeared irremediable, when a tap was heard at the door. A minister entered, and brought the official report of the march of the French troops, and their entry into the principality of Anspach. The king grew calm immediately, and said to Prince Dolgourouki: "From this moment my resolutions are changed, and I become the ally of the Emperors of Russia and Austria.' And he remained faithful to this decision, which honor commanded him to follow, but which was at first so ruinous for him." Such was the result of that contempt for the law of nations, which Napoleon was too often guilty of when he fancied himself the stronger. By respecting the Prussian territory, which would have been a very easy matter, Napoleon would have had an ally instead of a furious enemy. But little did the emperor seek any future requital, when the present brought him such glorious results as the evacuation of Ulm. It must have been an intoxicating sight to notice 28,000 Austrian troops passing through the new Furce Caudine. And such a reward for a month's labor! After this result, Marmont was sent into Styria to drive out the remaining Austrians, in which he was perfectly successful, and established his head-quarters at Gratz. The French army entered Vienna on the 21st of November, and the campaign assumed quite a new direction, by the bridge of Thabor falling into their hands. The way in which it was secured is so curious that it merits quotation : “After Vienna had been occupied, the French troops proceeded to the banks of the Danube, which is of great width at that spot. The Austrians had made all preparations to defend the passage and destroy the bridge built upon piles, which maintained the communication between the capital and Bohemia and Moravia. Formidable batteries placed on the left bank, and the bridge covered with combustibles, rendered the defense easy. A spark could destroy it when the French troops arrived at the entrance. At their head were Murat, Lannes, and Oudinot. tion of it. It is curious, however, that at this battle the Russians employed for the last time a very strange custom, which they had constantly followed till this time. Before charging, the whole line was ordered to take off knapsacks, and they remained there during the combat. The French army found, after the battle of Austerlitz, ten thousand knapsacks arranged in line. Marmont marched on Vienna, but to his great disappointment, heard at Neustadt of the armistice concluded at Austerlitz on the 6th of December. Had it not been for this, a great battle would have taken place beneath the walls of Vienna, in which he might have played an important part, as he formed the vanguard, and his troops were quite fresh. He was consequently obliged to return to Styria, without any additional glory-a sad blow for a rising young general in those days of rapid promotion. "The Germans are naturally saving and economical, and a bridge of that description costs a good deal of money. Murat and Lannes, both After passing the winter in Styria, MarGascons, hit on the idea of profiting by this mont proceeded to occupy Corinthia, Carfeeling They set their troops in movement niola, and Trieste, to be evacuated as without displaying the least hesitation. They were ordered to stop; they did so, but replied soon as they gave up to the French the that an armistice had been agreed to, which provinces of Istria and Dalmatia, with the gave us the right of passing the river. The mar-embouchure of the Cattaro. But instead shals, leaving the troops, went alone over to the left bank to speak with Prince Auersperg, who commanded, giving the columns orders to advance imperceptibly. The conversation grew animated; the stupid prince was deluded by all sorts of stories, and during this time the troops were gaining ground, and openly throwing into the Danube the powder and combustibles which strewed the bridge. The lowest soldiers began to suspect treachery and deception, and they soon began to grow excited. เ "An old sergeant of artillery came up to the prince and said to him, angrily and impatientÎy, General. they are deluding and deceiving you, and I shall give fire.' The moment was critical: all was apparently lost, when Lannes, with that presence of mind which never deserted him, and that instinctive knowledge of the human heart the peculiar heritage of the southerners, summoned to his aid the Austrian pedantry, and exclaimed: 'What, general, you allow yourself to be treated in that way! What has become, then, of the Austrian discipline, so much lauded through Europe?' The bait took: the weak prince, piqued in his honor, was very angry with the sergeant, and put him under arrest. The troops came up, took guns, generals, and soldiers, and the Danube was crossed. Never has a similar occurrence taken place in circumstances so important and so difficult." Not having been present at the battle of Austerlitz, Marmont gives no descrip nau. of keeping to these conditions, the Aus- "Eugène gave himself up with ardor to the execution of his duties. A good young man, not very highly gifted, but possessing commonsense, his military capacity was mediocre, but he did not want for bravery. His contact with the emperor had developed his faculties: he had acquired that knowledge, which is almost always obtained by holding important offices at an early age, but he was always far from possessing the talent, necessary for the proper discharge of the duties intrusted to him. "He had been praised excessively: his devotion and fidelity in the crisis of 1814, more especially, have been very highly spoken of. His pretended talents were confined to carrying on a very unsatisfactory campaign, and the fidelity so much lauded had the result of his doing precisely the opposite of what had been prescribed to him, and precisely what was wanted to overthrow the building. He had formed a too flattering idea of his position; he believed in the possibility of an independent sovereign ex- | interesting Memoirs is devoted to the istence, but a few days was sufficient to unde- campaign in Dalmatia, whence the Rusceive him. He had built upon clouds." sians were easily expelled, and Marmont The close of the second volume of these took up his head-quarters at Zara. From the Dublin University Magazine. A NEW YEAR'S STORY. BY THE DEAN OF PIMLICO. WE were staying during the Christmas | cide of that sanguineous potentate. The week at the Bishop's Palace at X—; a young people commenced-the Harrow small party-chiefly young people, with a man leading the van; their narratives sprinkling of the cleric order. It had were not over wise, but then they were snowed most pertinaciously for three days, not over long, and if they were wanting thus precluding all out-of-doors amuse- in learning and wit, they produced laughment, so we were thrown upon our own re-ter and kept up good humor, which was sources to create enjoyment at home, and kindle artificial sunshine around the yule log, and beneath the mistletoe. And so it came to pass that on the last evening of the old year, after supper and when our dear and venerable prelate had retired to his rest; one of his grandsons, a fine bright lad just fresh from Harrow, made a lively proposition that we should all sit up till twelve o'clock, and keep vigil, to see the death and the birth, the exit and the entrance of the old and the new year; to say "farewell" to the former, and cry "all hail" to the latter; and to behold these two great shadows meet and mingle for a second on the vast dial-plate of time, and then pass, and part for evermore. This motion of our young friend's was carried, no man dissenting; and furthermore, we agreed to beguile the "cripple tardy-gaited night" in telling stories each in his turn, thus establishing a sort of abridged Decameron, but neither so witty or so wicked as the Florentine's; or an "English Night's Entertainment" on an epitomized scale to that of Sultan Schariar, but wanting the cutting off of the heads, and the mulieri all we required. Then followed a sentimentally intoned and somewhat lugubrious recital from the pale young curate of Hazlewhittle-cum-Shiveringham, which had this remarkable feature, that the most melancholy parts of the narrative were sure to produce most concealed mirth among the younger auditory ; and what the pensive narrator put forth as pathos, seemed ever to be considered by his hearers as purest bathos. Dr. Broadhurst next took up his parable, and narrated his adventures in the great snow of 18-, during a ride from Oxford to C- -when his "black mare balled in her hoofs-slipped slided-sliddered, and eventually stumbled and fell prone; prostrating the learned Doctor on the surface of the snowy element, who lost on the occasion his equilibrium, and his blue spectacles. And this fall had nothing of miracle in it, seeing the Doctor was purblind quoad his vision, and plethoric quoad his person, and thereby unfitted to perform the functions of the equestrian order, etc." "Procumbit humi bos," whispered the Harrovian. It was now eleven o'clock, and none remain "O uncle!' exclaimed the young fellow, seating himself in an arm-chair, 'I have done a deed half an hour ago, which must affect my whole future life, and at which I am sure you will be displeased; and so I came here, late though it be, to tell you my distress, and ask for counsel.' ed but myself, and our honored guest the | What has brought you up like a ghost in Dean of Pimlico, who looked so intelligent a tragedy, at this witching hour of night, and had such a sparkle in his pure gray to murder sleep, and disturb me and my English eye, and such a meeting of the decorous household? Speak now, or waters of benevolence and sarcasm around else forever hereafter hold thy peace.' his well-cut mouth, that calling to mind what the great Usher once said of Bishop Bedell, "Broach him, and you will find good liquor in him," I felt certain that the Dean of Pimlico-" clarum et venerabile nomen"-would not belie either his face or his fame by the quality of his narrative. So I briefly and simply told what had befallen me by night at an old Inn in the City of Gloucester where George Whitefield was born, and the comfort I had received, in an hour of depression, from the chimes of an ancient clock, most sweet and clear, ringing out, over the still midnight air, a Gregorian tone. My tale was short, and my audience applauded me -an unexpected compliment, paid, I suspect, more to the brevity of my story than produced by its weight. And now all eyes were turned upon the Dean of Pimlico, who, crossing his strong but wellshaped limbs on the hearth-rug, with a white handkerchief in his hand, and a clear ringing voice, and a preliminary smile, and a little hem, as if he were about to deliver a charge to his chapter, proceeded as follows: "It was about this night seven years that I was standing on my own drawing-room hearth-rug, thinking of nothing, and listlessly watching the footman who was extinguishing the waxlights in the lustre; for I had had a bachelors' dinner-party, and my guests were just departed-when suddenly there came a tremendous double knock at the hall-door, disturbing the silence of the night, and expressive of haste and much mental agitation in him who knocked. On the door being opened, some one bounded up the stairs with such a wonderful velocity and eagerness, that I immediately concluded it must be either a highwayman, or else my nephew Harry, a young divinity student; but who, having Irish blood in his veins, occasionally exhibited more vivacity than just suited the sober standard of my staid domicile. True enough it was he, and his first appearance rather alarmed me, for I love the lad in my soul, and he is to be my heir. On the present occasion his face was flushed, his hair in disorder, and his eye and aspect troubled and excited. “Well, Harry, what is the matter? "Why, what in the name of wonder have you been doing? I exclaimed. 'Say, Stagyrite, have you been libelling Sam of Oxford; or publishing a pasquinade on Dr. Pusey; or administering strychnine to Cardinal Wiseman ?' "No, I assure you, uncle,' answered the simple hearted, matter-of-fact young fellow, I have never written any libel on the Lord Bishop; and as for Dr. Pusey, I have only seen him once, when I could not believe it was he; and in regard of Dr. Wiseman, whatever I might "Come, come,' interrupted I, 'let us have no scandalum magnatum. He has an indubitable position, though not from us or with us; but what is the cause of your trouble, Harry?' "Why, uncle, I was dining to-day at our cousin's, General O'Brien's. You know you always wished me to cultivate that family; they are so accomplished, so pious, and so charming.' เ "Humph,' said I, no doubt they are; but I can guess what is coming.' "And so, uncle, after having been acquainted with them for the last six weeks; led on by the irresistible ardor of an attachment founded on rational esteem,' [here I smiled,]' cemented by long intercourse,' ['six weeks to wit,' thought I,] and developing a golden future of domestic happiness,' [More gold, I fear, in the brain than in the bank,' I mentally ejaculated,] 'I proposed, and was accepted to night by Mary O'Brien; and we have. agreed to be married immediately after my ordination. Now, uncle, are you angry with your poor nephew, your sister's son, for taking this step without your express knowledge and sanction ?? "Well, I confess I have a right to be angry. You know I am your guardian, and stand to you in loco parentis, and you ought to have consulted me before you took the plunge, and not to have come to me now all dripping and drowned, and in this thorough Irish fashion, after the deed was done, under the pretense of asking advice, but in reality seeking for approbation. I am, however, less angry than I ought to be, for two reasons; first, because from the Hibernian impetuosity of your temperament I always felt that you would achieve an exploit of this kind sooner or later; and, secondly, I do think most highly of your choice, if she had a few more years notched in her life's young calendar, and a little of added experience to suit her for a clergyman's wife.' "O dear uncle! Mary is full eighteen years of age, and I assure you is as wise "As Minerva, no doubt,' I said, 'and as experienced in menage matters as Hecuba. Well, we will grant all this for argument's sake; but how are you to live, Harry? Whence are you to have "the supplies"? Love is poor to a proverb; Love is a pauper, and makes more paupers than he has pence to fill their pockets with. Love can not furnish your house; or feed your children, for I presume you intend having children. Love can not buy you a loin of veal, or gammon of bacon, nor worsted hose, or Welsh flannel, in case you or Mary should become rheumatic, which you probably will be when you come to my years.' "O uncle, uncle, how can you conjure up such ideas?' said Harry, half-laughing. •The truth is, that we have quite enough to marry on; for there is a hundred pounds a year which Mary's aunt and godmother, Lady L., settled on her; and then my curacy will bring in a hundred pounds more, annually; then something will come to us at the General's death; but this Mary will not suffer me to speak of. And then-and then "Proceed,' said I, well knowing what the young fellow was going to say. "Why, uncle,' said he, taking my hand, and looking so wonderfully like my dear sister, with his fair complexion, and wistful, earnest eyes- we thought and reckoned on your goodness; that as you have been ever like a father to your orphan nephew, and as you seemed to admire Mary most of all the General's other eight daughters, and as you are always as generous as a prince,' [I assure you, gentlemen, the young fellow was quite wrong here, and knew nothing about me,] 'so we were sanguine on having a little settle ment from you also, until such time as I have obtained a living, and done my duties in such a manner as to deserve it.' "Well, Harry,' said I, 'I am sure you will be an active and earnest minister. You can not help it, Harry; you have it from nature: you are physically and constitutionally fidgety and mercurial, as is your country's fashion; you have a kindly nature too, my boy, and no doubt will make an exemplary married man, your domestic organs having a most amiable development. And so, as for the settlement you speak of, it shall be forthcoming in due time, I promise you; but now that the shock of your sudden appearance has subsided, I confess I feel rather sleepy; and you will forgive me if I say, inclined to yawn. I am not in love, and must therefore go to bed, and I advise you by all means to go home quietly and do the same. So, good night, my dear lad; we will meet at ten o'clock breakfast.' "I offered him my hand, but he clasped his arms round me like a child, and though I felt ashamed at the action, I could not but return the pressure; and so we parted, just as the clock on the mantle-piece struck the hour of twelve. "Henry Font was my sister's only child. His father was an Irishman, and a captain of dragoons, and was shot in the saddle during a cavalry charge in India. They called it a brilliant affair,' but it killed my poor sister, and made Harry an orphan before he was six years old. Old Mr. Font, his grandfather, now took him up, and had him at his castle in the wilds of Connaught, schooling him in Galway town, and afterwards entering him into the College of Dublin, where he had not been many months when the old gentleman died, and I took immediate possession of Harry, and had him to Cambridge to old Trinity-my own college; where he gained many honors, for the lad inherited diligence and a taste for learning from my side of the house, and was naturally smart enough, besides possessing a wonderful talent for making friends, from his enthusiasm, his simplicity, and the purity of his life. I certainly was charmed at having rescued the poor fellow from the University of Dublin; for though I acknowledge that the courses of the sciences are well looked after there, I must ever denounce their imperfect. manner of composition, and making Latin verses," [here the Dean's manner became slightly acidu |