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DEATH OF SIR JOIN MOORE.
in sight of Corunna and the sea; but the transports which they expected to find waiting for them in the
bay were unfortunately wind-bound at Vigo, and it SIR JOHN MOORE, on receiving instructions on the required stout hearts to bear up under so many mis6th of October, 1808, that his army was to advance
fortunes. Until the transports came up, Sir Jobn reinto Spain, expected to have the co-operation of
solved on holding Corunna and fighting to the last.
He found in the town vast stores of arms and ammu. several Spanish armies in fighting against the French. In this, however, he was disappointed, and had not
nition, which were turned to good account in their been many days in the country when he found him
last stand against the French. On the 14th the self in a critical situation. Buonaparte, who had
transports anchored in the bay, and while the sick, poured above a hundred thousand men across the
the horses, and the dismounted cavalry were being Pyrenees, followed them with great rapidity, making the town, and skirmishes were taking place at the
hastened on board, Soult had approached close upon the journey from Bayonne to Vittoria on horseback in two days. So swift were his movements that he had
outposts. Next day about noon the famous battle of arrived at the latter place a week before the British
Corunna began. The French had a success at first army had commenced to march from Lisbon. His
in driving our men out of the village of Elvina, under great aim was to shatter in succession the Spanish the fight became general along the whole line. Sir J.
cover of a battery on the adjoining heights, and then armies before the British could come up; and this bold design, owing to the indecision of the Junta at
Moore sent Sir E. Paget with the whole of the reserve Madrid and the incompetence of the generals, was
to turn the left of a column that was outflanking actually accomplished. On the 2nd of December, the
Sir David Baird on the right, and to silence a battery anniversary of his coronation, Napoleon arrived
which was doing much execution among our troops, before the Spanish capital and summoned it to sur
Another division, under General Fraser, was sent to render.
Tho cowardly Junta had already fled to support Paget; and the battle now raged with great Badajoz, and the city surrendered after a feeble fury about the village, which was more than once defence of one day's duration. The first part of his
takon and lost by both sides. On Paget showing plan having succeeded so well, Napoleon set out to
some signs of drawing back, Sir John Moore rode up drive the English from the Peninsula.
to the 42nd Highlanders, whom he saw engaged,
Meanwhile Sir John Moore, who had no force sufficient to cope
and on shouting to them, “ Highlanders, remember with the immense army of the French, was the victim Egypt!” thoy rushed forward at a bound, carrying of false information. Even the British minister in
all before them, till a stone wall arrested their proSpain, days after the capture of the capital, endorsed gress.
On the French reserves coming up, Sir John the statements of the traitor Morla, and misled the despatched Lord Hardinge to bring the Guards to supcommander-in-chief by the assurance that the people port the Highlanders, and it was while awaiting their of Madrid were resolved on making a firm resistance,
arrivalthat a cannon-ball, which had struck the ground, and only wanted the assistance of the British to drive glanced forward, and struck him his mortal blow on off the French. It was not till the 9th that Sir John the left shoulder and breast. The gallant general was was undeceived, when Colonel Graham, whom he had dashed from his horse, but so eager was he to watch despatched to Madrid, returned with the alarming the fortunes of the battle that he was sitting up intelligence that the French were in possession of the gazing earnestly at the troops engaged before Lord city. An instant retreat would have been the wisest Hardinge could reach his side. It was not till he saw course, but he continued still to be misled by false
his soldiers driving the French before them that he accounts of the strength of the French,
and thought allowed himself to be borne to the rear. A Highland he might meet and beat Soult, who was in advance of sergeant and three soldiers carried him away in a the various French divisions. The total of the British blanket; but though the blood was gushing from a force was 35,000 men. At Sahagun, on the 23rd, wound which he knew would be mortal, he often called where Moore waited for the coming
of his supplies, he
upon his bearers to halt, that he might look again received certain intelligence that 100,000 men were in upon the battle. He only lived to hear the tidings of full march after him, or taking a route so as to cut off victory. At midnight his body was committed to the his rear, and that Napoleon himself headed this last ground on the ramparts in the old citadel of Corunna ; division. He immediately gave orders for a retreat,
and the touching solemnity of his hasty burial is combut not a moment too soon, for when the British had
memorated to all time in the fine verses of Wolfe, which crossed over the Esta, the French were close upon
seem to throb with the mournful music of the muted their rear. On the route skirmishes were frequent
drum : between the British cavalry and the French horse, but in every instance the latter were driven back with great loss. On the 1st of January, 1809, Napoleon
Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,
As his corse to the ramparts we hurried was in Astorga, and from the heights above the town
Not a soldier discharg'd his farewell shot be could see the straggling rear of the retreating army. But despatches from France called him back
We buried him darkly at dead of night, in haste to Paris, and he committed what he conceived
The sods with our bayonets turning, would be the easy task of conquering the English to
By the struggling moonbeams' misty light,
And the lantern dimly burning. Narshal Soult. In their memorable retreat our troops had at first maintained discipline and order, but the wretched weather and roads, and the want of
Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him;
But he lay like a warrior taking bis rest, an adequate supply of provisions, tried the tempers of the men, and they only cheered up when a halt was
Few and short were the prayers we said, made, and the order was given to turn and charge the
And we spoke uot a word of sorrow; enemy. As the French continued to press more
But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead,
And we bitterly thought of the morrow. fiercely on the British rear, Sir John was compelled to stop several times and drive them back, inflicting
We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed, upon them heavy losses for their temerity. It was
Aud smooth'd down his lonely pillow, on the 13th of January that the retreating army came
That the foe and the stranger wonld tread o'er his head,
THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE.
O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
No useless coffin enclos'd his breast,
With his martial cloak around him.
Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,
expected him !". It did strike her that perhaps his And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, -But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on
employers had detained him at his office; but what In the grave where a Briton has laid him!
did that matter?--he should have braved everything But half of our heavy task was done,
when she was in the case. At last she caught a When the clock struck the hour for retiring;
distant glimpse of him. “Oh! she would be revenged And we heard the distant aud random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
-he should not see her at all!” She slipped out of
the room by a side door; on some trifling plea excused Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
her sudden departure to the mistress of the house, had We carv'd not a line, and we rais'd not a stone,
à cab called, and went home. The worst of it was But we left him alone with his glory.
that the next day she heard from one of her companions that her manquyre had failed in its effect, and
that, after the first shock occasioned by the news of TO LADIES ABOUT TO MARRY.
her departure, Charles consoled himself, danced with " Hints to ladies about to marry !” exclaim many of the prettiest girls in the room, and spent a very our fair readers.
Why, I am about to marry'; I pleasant evening. wonder if these hints will be of any use to me.”
Unkindness never does good-do not suppose we
We answer, Very likely they may; at any rate, it will be
recommend excessive fonduess; but beware of that our earnest endeavour to make them so.
fatal mistake, that “conquest justifies disdain.”. DisWe address our hints in the first instance to young
prove the assertion that woman must be either a spinsters about to marry. As to young widows, some
tyrant or a slave ; show that, like our gracious Queen, how or other they are caught up before they have time
you can be invested with vast power, and, nevertheto listen to hints.
less, use it considerately and kindly. But we must Well, then, young ladies, one great secret of acting not grow prosy; to avoid so doing we shall draw
this wisely in your present position is the secret of acting paper to a conclusion when we have spoken of wisely in many others-viz., to think on the future. jealousy, and how to conquer it. Do not build too much on your present advantages ;
Jealousy arises in some degree from the fear of the time will come when they will be all on the other losing the love so greatly prized; but one fact conside.
nected with this dreadful passion is that it brings Courtship has been considered the happiest period about the very evil dreaded-viz., it estranges your
lover, And how cou of a man's lifo ; but this only holds true when he has
it be otherwise, when foolish made a prudent selection. Some engaged ladies render
tears have made your eyes red, when want of reposo courtship a very miserable time for their lovers. They has given an expression of age and weariness to your abuse the power they have acquired, and indulge in a
countenance, and when the restlessness of your mind great deal of tyranny and caprice. Others em bitter has embittered your temper? every hour by causeless jealousy; or, worse still, they
Perhaps you will say, “ 'Tis not my fault for being destroy, peace and confidence in their suitors' hearts jealous—'tis his for making me so." by flirting with other admirers.
We cannot agree to the truth of your argument. Flirting in an engaged lady is a very serious fault We believe a little jealousy is inseparable from love, indeed, and the most frightful consequences often
but it is when indulged in to excess that it has the
miserable effects we have described. It is then it follow the awakening of jealousy in the heart of a sensitive and passionate man.
really becomes a bad passion ; and all bad passions can We will now enter a little into detail about the first
be resisted. fault we mentioned, viz., a tyrannical abuse of power.
Lovers are too often an idle set, but they need not That young ladies, who look like kindness por- become miserable if you do not by active exertion
be so; and you who are disposed to be jealous will sonified, should ever be guilty of harshness and cruelty drive away those morbid idle suspicions, that occasion to those who love them seems incomprehensible; none can deny that they sometimes are so, and are,
more suffering than that brought upon us by actual moreover, quite proud of the pain they can inflict, calamity. forgetting that the husband will avenge the wrongs of
As you would avoid much misery, resist jealousy. the lover. Some thoughtless girls actually boast to
It is itself such a lamentably strong passion that it their companions of all they make their suitors endure. requires very little sustenance to keep it alive. Shakes"Oh, Polly," says Dora to her friend, " if you had peare says :only seen poor Arthur walking up and down the street, in the mud and pelting rain, just to catch a glimpse of
Are to the jealous confirmation strong
As proofs of Holy Writ." me; but I determined not to be visible. It was quite amusing to me to think of my power over him. When We pity the lover of a jealous girl. Let him do Dext we met, I told him I'd seen him, and that I what he will, he is never sure of not offending her. thought he looked like a drowned rat. Oh, I cannot If he comes before she expects him, she attributes it describe to you the gloom that came over him; and he to the wish of leaving early in order to see some frowned so horribly, I was quite frightened ; and I supposed rival. If he is beyond his appointment, oh, really thought I had gone too far.”
then she is certain he has neglected her in his admira We think so too, ** Miss Dora ;” and, unless you tion for some one else ! change your tactics, you will lose “ Arthur” alto- There is so little justice or reason in jealousy that gether.
it takes its revenge not only for what has happened, A little too much vanity is the cause of the fault we but for what may happen. have just illustrated; and the same fault makes some At a merry evening party was Agnes B-, all of you engaged young ladies take serious offence at smiles and blushes. By her side, as happy as herself, very slight provocation. By this you punish your- was Edward, her engaged lover. He was about to selves more than your lovers. This was the case with lead her to the piano, in order that she might delight Almeria. She was to meet her intended at a ball. By the company by singing that sweet air, some chance she was there half an hour before Charles, of Love." Suddenly a cloud came over the counteHer indignation was very great “that he should nance of Agnes.
She determined she would not sitg. allow anything to keep him away when he knew she As she had good musical taste and a fine voice, her
"Trifles light as air
friends were very much disappointed. When urged conversing in a low tone, they are sure the conversato relent, she replied that she was suffering from a tion is about them ; if they are not treated with dissudden hoarseness. Very likely her voice was husky, tinguishing attention, they fancy themselves slighted; but it was from rage--the rago of jealousy. This if they receive particular consideration, they imagine fo ling, for a short time dormant, had been awakened that they are pitied and patronised ; if an opinion of in her bosom by the entrance of a young lady she theirs it combated, they colour with mortification ; if believed to be in the country, and whom she thought they are brought forth in any conspicuous manner, Edward admired. All the rest of the evening Agnes they are pale with alarm : in short, they can never was sulky and disagreeable. She felt thoroughly agreeably make one of a social circle, and contribute wretched, and she made her lover almost as miserable to the general enjoyment by that ease and self-forgetas herself; in fact, she disgusted him so much that fulness which is the charm of refined intercourse. he did not go near her for several days after this And yet, though their companionship is so unsatismemorable party. In the meantime the agitation of factory, these sensitive spirits are almost always rich her mind worked upon her bodily health, and the next in lovable attributes; their sympathies are quick-s0 news he had of her was that she was really ill. Hear. quick, alas ! that they are often wasted ; their affections ing this, he called to enquire after her. The lovers are ardent-80 ardent that they are too readily excited met, an explanation took place, and Agnes owned that and too easily betrayed; they are delicate instruments on seeing Miss the conviction that Edward would -Æolian harps—from which even a passing wind can be paying her attention had thrown her into that fit of draw forth strains of tender or mournful melody. But gloomy jealousy that had embittered the evening, and this lamentable sensitiveness is not the evidence of caused her indisposition. “I really will try, Edward,” | weak minds, nor of dwarfed intellects. Full-statured said Agnes, with tears in her eyes, “ to resist the evil souls, lavishly dowered, have ever been the most vulinfluence of this bad spirit; but you can easily under- nerable to petty arrows-arrows which, though hurled stand,” added she, smiling mournfully, “that I was by despicable hands, have fallon with the violence of not much disposed to sing 'The Power of Love' when thunderbolts upon these finely-moulded and receptive I was bowed down by that of jealousy."
natures. Sensitiveness is often the handmaiden of Genius, and gives sweetness to the world's approval, even as it imparts poison to the dispraise of fools
lending to both a fictitious value and an undue SENSITIVE PEOPLE.
It is fabled that when the bosom of the nightingale
is pressed against a thorn she sings most melodiously, Almost with their earliest breath the tortures of the and often it is the poet's susceptibility to suffering, his sensitive begin ; in the very dawn of their existence very crisis of pain, that becomes his inspiration ; his the first foreboding signs of shrinking and of suffering most glorious songs gush forth in his moments of are apparent. The bright eye of infancy will suddenly suffering ; his brightest flowers of thought are tinged fill with tears, the rosy lip curl and quiver, the soft with his heart's blood. Even his most charming sports cheek flush through wounded feeling. A chiding of fancy have been produced under the writhing of word, a mocking laugh has pierced the tender soul – such metal agony as only sensitive spirits are capable it recoils instinctively from blame or ridicule --ay, of experiencing. We all know that Hood, the prince even before the child knows the meaning of the words. of humourists, convulsed the world with laughter when Who can note these touching indications of acute he was tortured by the deepest melancholy; and that sensibility without a sigh at the thought of the rude Cowper's mirth-provoking " John Gilpin was problasts, the beating rain, the pinching frosts that must duced under a state of dejection that bordered on inblow about, and prostrate, and wither that delicate sanity: He himself compares the entrance of that shoot of humanity, in its upward struggle through poem into his brain to a harlequin intruding himself life?
into the gloomy chamber occupied by a corpse. Now and then these sensitive natures are blunted One sensitiveness of great minds has always been and hardened by contact with the world; now and inexplicable to us--the sensitiveness to censure-centhen, through severe discipline, they learn to resist the sure, which pierced the heart of the philosophic cruel blow, or to draw, with resolute hands, the veil of Newton; which slew Racine and Keats ; which drove seeming indifference over the bleeding wound, and the Italian Tasso and the English Collins mad. Alas ! hide the throes of anguish from the most penetrating how
could they have forgotten that only insignificance But more frequently their sensitiveness in- escapes condemnation ?—that he who outstrips others creases, until it becomes a daily, hourly instrument of in ascending the hill of fame becomes the most tempttorment. It is usually coupled with an imaginative ing target to be shot at by overy puny archer beneath ? temperament, and more than half the hurts it receives And in these days, as in those of Keats and Collins, are fancied, or not dealt with intention. Sensitive noble minds groan and writhe under the lash of repeople are always ready to be wounded ; always buke, often lifted by unworthy hands—by Malice, by expecting to be wounded; always attracting casual Envy, by Revenge--and the more apparent the sensishots their way, and often draw down unpre- tiveness of the great, the more frequently and violently meditated smiting by their evident anticipation of the they are assailed. Better far to cover sensibility with
the armour of tact, and conquer Censure as Julius Though the possessors of these highly-sensitive Cæsar did of old. When Catullus satirised him, the organisations may excite our tenderest sympathy, hero disarmed the satirist by cordially inviting him to though they may win our love, and must move our supper, as if in recognition of an act of friendship. pity, yet they are not pleasant companions. Their Possibly the pains which spring from a high degree constant distress disturbs the general serenity ; their of sensitiveness are the meet alloy to the intense pleaimaginary wrongs destroy all barmony; and the effort sures that emanate from the possession of glorious gifts, to guard them from random arrows prevents all free- and thus Sensitivenoss may be the fitting attendant dom of communion. If a humorous anecdote is related, of Greatness ; but to lesser minds we dare venture to satirising peculiarities of character which they chance say, “Struggle against a morbid sensibility until your to consider their own, they are certain the narrator claim to genius entitles you to pardon for the weakmeant to be personal; if they perceive a knot of friends nesses of genius."
FOUGHT WITH OUR OWN WEAPONS.—The iron manufacture of Sussex reached its height towards the close of the reign of Elizabeth, when the trade became so prosperous that, instead of importing iron, England began to export it in considerable quantities, in the shape of iron ordnance. Sir Thomas Leighton and Sir Henry Neville hail obtained patents from the queen, which enabled them to send their ordnance abroad, the consequence of which was that the Spaniards were found arming their ships and fighting us with guns of our own manufacture. Sir Walter Raleigh, calling attention to the subject in the House of Commons, said, “I am sure heretofore one ship of Her Majesty's was able to beat ten Spaniards; but now, by reason of our own ordnance, we are hardly matched one to one." Proclamations were issued forbidding the export of iron and brass ordinance, and a bill was brought into Parliament to put a stop to the trade ; notwithstanding these prohibitions, the Sussex guns long continued to be smuggled out of the country in considerable numbers. “ It is almost incredible," says Camden, “how many guns are made of the iron in tbis country. Count Gondomar, the Spanish ambassador, well know their goodness when he so often begged of King James the boon to export them.” Though the king refused his sanction, it appears that Sir Anthony Shirley, of Western, an extensive ironmaster, succeded in forwarding to the King of Spain a hundred pieces of cannon.-Engineer.
THE PRUSSIAN LANDWEHR.--The Prussian militiamen were all of mature years, yet in the fullest vigour of life. Big, solid, and broad-backed, they seemed capable of doing any amount of work, and enduring any degree of fatigue; and having gone through the same drill as the regular troops, and that for a number of years, they were in most respects equal to the professional soldiers. The landwehr regiments engaged in the affair of the 21st had but recently arrived from Strasburg: They presented a marked contrast, in their strength and massiveness, to some of the French volunteers, who were often mere boys, slightly built, deficient in weight and muscular power, and easily knocked up by a long march. The French, however, drew a favourable augury from the employment of the German militia ; for they said it argued the exhaustion of the regular army.
It did in truth show that Germany was drawing on all her resources; but the landwehr had been expressly formed in order that the country should be capable, whenever it was thought necessary, of bringing the whole force of its manhood into the field ; and it was because Germany was able to do this with the efficiency of long training, while France could only accomplish it by a hurried extemporising, that the former was victorious, and the latter defeated.Cassell's Illustrated History of the War,
OLD SHOES For LUCK.- The ancient custom of throwing old shoes has been transformed in modern times into the custom of throwing “ dainty new white satin slippers," as the penny-aliners say.
“St. James's Magazine" says: “ The origin of throwing the old shoe is still enshrouded with mystery. Throw. ing the shoe in Kent is differently conducted to the general way. When the carriage starts with the 'bappy pair,' the bridesmaids are drawn up in a row, and the groomsmen in another. The old shoe is then thrown as far as possible, and the bridesmaids run for it, the successful one being supposed to be the first to be married; the lucky one then throws the shoe at the groomsmen, the one who is hit by it also being supposed to be the first who will enter the bonds of wedlock."
DIFFICULTY OF TAKING A FAIR VIEW OF YOUR OWN ERROR.
I can't bring myself to like the man who will not own a fault. If we had to reason ourselves into the duty of doing so, there might be a shadow of defence; but the heart is a sound theologian in such matters, and summarily dismisses all pleas for the refusal. We cannot hoodwink or talk over conscience. No side issues, veils, special pleadings, or equivocations avail us. We never can persuade ourselves that it is right, after doing wrong, to stick to it. It is one of the hardest things to put ourselves in the wrong, and yet there are times when selfaccusation becomes epidemic. A great public danger or calamity fills the churches for a time, and melts all hut the har lest. An carvest preacher, in special cases, sends a thrill of penitence through multitudes, as in the revival services of different dates, or under such a ministry as that of Whitefield. Great numbers forget their timidity, discard their self-justifications, and confess their sins, like the crowds round John at Jordan, or round Peter at Pentecost. God often uses such agencies for lasting good, but they are to be watched carefully. Excitement may pass into abiding conviction : it often does; but it is too often only a splash on the top, when the tide all the time runs the other way.- The Quiver.
THE ONE CHANCE.-- It is evident that even the King and General Moltke were mystified as to the real state of affairs.
They were under the impression that an army, which in truth they had no reason to fear, was marching on Versailles from the direction of Argentan and Laigle; and while the Duke of Mecklenburg and General von der Tann were concerting measures on the 11th for making a stand against the French, and covering Paris, they received a telegram from the Royal headquarters, which, to their bewilderment, instructed them to abandon the direct line of defence, and immediately march north-west from Toury, leaving d'Aurelles to do what he liked. Owing to this exaggerated fear of an army, the real nature and position of which were unknown, the road to Paris was left open ; and it is certain that for two days Versailles was exposed to the attack of Anrelles de Paladines, but that nevertbeless he did not attack. He might have marched straight on by Etampes to the Seine; and, although he would then bare had to fight a treinendous battle with the investing armies, and might have been beaten, there was nothing to stop him before he came to the lines round Paris, and it is possible that be might have raised the siege.- Cassell's Illustrated History of the War.
AN OLD HERO.-At the village of La Madeleine, during a skirmish, an officer of the Lancers heard a sharp musketro-fire from behind a clump of trees. On investigation, he found that it came from one man, and that man old. The officer sent & lieutenant and four privates to him, and shortly afterwards saw him lying on the ground, pierced in several places by the lances of the soldiers. One of the privates, as the officer subse. quently related to a correspondent, had bored the unfortunate patriot through the body with his lance in such a way that it took two men to withdraw the weapon; yet the old man had still strength enough to discharge his piece, and kill one of the lancers. Even after the lieutenant had shot him through the breast with his pistol, he fired one more, and it required three additional shots to kill him.- Cassell's Illustra'ed History of the war.
CAMPAIGNERS' RUDENESS. - Seeing in what a state of terror and danger all the people were, we went to the Erecbe, intending to ask the Bishop to intrust any valuables to us. We entered the wide open gates. The old porter and his wife were weeping. In spite of there being 100 wounded in the house--50 French and 50 German--the general of a division had taken possession of it, it was turned into quarters, and resembled a barrack. There was no one to announce us. Te crossed the courtyard, and entered the hall. It was full of soldiers. Turning off, we went through the little private chapel, where all was dark and quiet, one solitary lamp still burning before the altar, up a back staircase, and so through to the first floor, where were the Bishop's rooms. Chaplaius, servants, all were gone; we came into the ante-room of the Bishop's library, where he usually received visitors, and here we met a Grand Vicar in tears, a little carpet-bag in his band. His bedroom had been taken possession of by a German lieutenant, his two watches and some linen shirts stolen, and bis purse with some money in it. He was going to seek a roof to cover him in the town. Shocked and disgusted, we stood still, consulting what to do, how to announce ourselves to the Bishop, indeed, where to find him-when we heard a voice speaking loudly and harshly in the next room. We listened, it was certainly a Prussian, but the tones were not those to use in the presence of a man so high in rank, of such world-wide reputation as Monseigneur Duparloup. The door suddenly opened, and a tall, beardless boy in uniform came out, followed by the Bishop, in his violet soutane, the very picture of an aged and dignified priest. He was remonstrating with the officer that this room was his own library. He could not have officers sleep ing there. He had been kept awake till three in the morring by the shouting and singing going on in the room down below him, and to have it here was impossible. But the boy answered shortly in very bad French, “But you must; no non. sense with us; do you hear that? Three beds to be made up in this room by five o'clock this evening, or you will be the worse for it." Mais, Monsieur,” said the poor Bishop, mildis; “Do you hear me?" broke in the officer, raising his clenched fist as he spoke. “ Three beds here to-nigut; you know what you have to do; mind that it is done. Do you hear?" The poor Bishop leaned against the door, saying in a faint voice, "Monsieur, je ne peux plus” (Sir, I can bear no more), and, catching hold of the arm of the chaplain, tottered back into his
If ever I longed to be a man and a soldier, just for tvo minutes, it was then ; but I was only a woman, and I looked the Prussian full in the face as he passed me, saying in German, “You brute, they shall know of this in England." He looked very foolish, and said, “I was ordered by the general.” “You have done well,” I answered. “I am happy to see how you Germans honour an old man and a priest.
He walked out cursing and muttering, and, not liking to intrude on such sorrow as the Bishop's, we left. " Our Adventure during till War of 1870," by T200 English Ladics.