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such　victorious　slaughter：　but　it　is　a　movement　which；　I　need　not

tell　every　military　man；　requires　the　greatest　delicacy　of

execution；　and　which；　if　it　fails；　plunges　an　army　into　confusion。



〃Where　is　the　Duke　of　Illyria？〃　Napoleon　asked。　　〃At　the　head　of

his　division；　no　doubt；〃　said　Murat：　at　which　Eugene；　giving　me　an

arch　look；　put　his　hand　to　his　nose；　and　caused　me　almost　to　fall

off　my　horse　with　laughter。　　Napoleon　looked　sternly　at　me；　but　at

this　moment　the　troops　getting　in　motion；　the　celebrated　manoeuvre

began；　and　his　Majesty's　attention　was　taken　off　from　my　impudence。



Milhaud's　Dragoons；　their　bands　playing　〃Vive　Henri　Quatre；〃　their

cuirasses　gleaming　in　the　sunshine；　moved　upon　their　own　centre

from　the　left　flank　in　the　most　brilliant　order；　while　the

Carbineers　of　Foy；　and　the　Grenadiers　of　the　Guard　under　Drouet

d'Erlon；　executed　a　carambolade　on　the　right；　with　the　precision

which　became　those　veteran　troops；　but　the　Chasseurs　of　the　young

guard；　marching　by　twos　instead　of　threes；　bore　consequently　upon

the　Bavarian　Uhlans　（an　ill…disciplined　and　ill…affected　body）；　and

then；　falling　back　in　disorder；　became　entangled　with　the　artillery

and　the　left　centre　of　the　line；　and　in　one　instant　thirty　thousand

men　were　in　inextricable　confusion。



〃Clubbed；　by　Jabers！〃　roared　out　Lanty　Clancy。　　〃I　wish　we　could

show　'em　the　Fighting　Onety…oneth；　Captain　darling。〃



〃Silence；　fellow！〃　I　exclaimed。　　I　never　saw　the　face　of　man

express　passion　so　vividly　as　now　did　the　livid　countenance　of

Napoleon。　　He　tore　off　General　Milhaud's　epaulettes；　which　he　flung

into　Foy's　face。　　He　glared　about　him　wildly；　like　a　demon；　and

shouted　hoarsely　for　the　Duke　of　Illyria。　　〃He　is　wounded；　Sire；〃

said　General　Foy；　wiping　a　tear　from　his　eye；　which　was　blackened

by　the　force　of　the　blow；　〃he　was　wounded　an　hour　since　in　a　duel；

Sire；　by　a　young　English　prisoner；　Monsieur　de　Fogarty。〃



〃Wounded！　a　marshal　of　France　wounded！　　Where　is　the　Englishman？

Bring　him　out；　and　let　a　file　of　grenadiers〃



〃Sire！〃　interposed　Eugene。



〃Let　him　be　shot！〃　shrieked　the　Emperor；　shaking　his　spyglass　at　me

with　the　fury　of　a　fiend。



This　was　too　much。　　〃Here　goes！〃　said　I；　and　rode　slap　at　him。



There　was　a　shriek　of　terror　from　the　whole　of　the　French　army；　and

I　should　think　at　least　forty　thousand　guns　were　levelled　at　me　in

an　instant。　　But　as　the　muskets　were　not　loaded；　and　the　cannon　had

only　wadding　in　them；　these　facts；　I　presume；　saved　the　life　of

Phil　Fogarty　from　this　discharge。



Knowing　my　horse；　I　put　him　at　the　Emperor's　head；　and　Bugaboo　went

at　it　like　a　shot。　　He　was　riding　his　famous　white　Arab；　and　turned

quite　pale　as　I　came　up　and　went　over　the　horse　and　the　Emperor；

scarcely　brushing　the　cockade　which　he　wore。



〃Bravo！〃　said　Murat；　bursting　into　enthusiasm　at　the　leap。



〃Cut　him　down！〃　said　Sieyes；　once　an　Abbe；　but　now　a　gigantic

Cuirassier；　and　he　made　a　pass　at　me　with　his　sword。　　But　he　little

knew　an　Irishman　on　an　Irish　horse。　　Bugaboo　cleared　Sieyes；　and

fetched　the　monster　a　slap　with　his　near　hind　hoof　which　sent　him

reeling　from　his　saddle；and　away　I　went；　with　an　army　of　a　hundred

and　seventy…three　thousand　eight　hundred　men　at　my　heels。　*　*　*　*







BARBAZURE。



BY　G。　P。　R。　JEAMES；　ESQ。；　ETC。





I。





It　was　upon　one　of　those　balmy　evenings　of　November；　which　are　only

known　in　the　valleys　of　Languedoc　and　among　the　mountains　of

Alsace；　that　two　cavaliers　might　have　been　perceived　by　the　naked

eye　threading　one　of　the　rocky　and　romantic　gorges　that　skirt　the

mountain…land　between　the　Marne　and　the　Garonne。　　The　rosy　tints　of

the　declining　luminary　were　gilding　the　peaks　and　crags　which　lined

the　path；　through　which　the　horsemen　wound　slowly；　and　as　these

eternal　battlements　with　which　Nature　had　hemmed　in　the　ravine

which　our　travellers　trod；　blushed　with　the　last　tints　of　the

fading　sunlight；　the　valley　below　was　gray　and　darkling；　and　the

hard　and　devious　course　was　sombre　in　twilight。　　A　few　goats；

hardly　visible　among　the　peaks；　were　cropping　the　scanty　herbage

here　and　there。　　The　pipes　of　shepherds；　calling　in　their　flocks

as　they　trooped　homewards　to　their　mountain　villages；　sent　up

plaintive　echoes　which　moaned　through　those　rocky　and　lonely

steeps；　the　stars　began　to　glimmer　in　the　purple　heavens　spread

serenely　overhead　and　the　faint　crescent　of　the　moon；　which　had

peered　for　some　time　scarce　visible　in　the　azure；　gleamed　out　more

brilliantly　at　every　moment；　until　it　blazed　as　if　in　triumph　at

the　sun's　retreat。　　'Tis　a　fair　land　that　of　France；　a　gentle；　a

green；　and　a　beautiful；　the　home　of　arts　and　arms；　of　chivalry　and

romance；　and　（however　sadly　stained　by　the　excesses　of　modern

times）　'twas　the　unbought　grace　of　nations　once；　and　the　seat　of

ancient　renown　and　disciplined　valor。



And　of　all　that　fair　land　of　France；　whose　beauty　is　so　bright　and

bravery　is　so　famous；　there　is　no　spot　greener　or　fairer　than　that

one　over　which　our　travellers　wended；　and　which　stretches　between

the　good　towns　of　Vendemiaire　and　Nivose。　　'Tis　common　now　to　a

hundred　thousand　voyagers：　the　English　tourist；　with　his　chariot

and　his　Harvey's　Sauce；　and　his　imperials；　the　bustling　commis…

voyageur　on　the　roof　of　the　rumbling　diligence；　the　rapid　malle…

poste　thundering　over　the　chaussee　at　twelve　miles　an　hourpass

the　ground　hourly　and　daily　now：　'twas　lonely　and　unfrequented　at

the　end　of　that　seventeenth　century　with　which　our　story　commences。



Along　the　darkening　mountain…paths　the　two　gentlemen　（for　such

their　outward　bearing　proclaimed　them）　caracoled　together。　　The

one；　seemingly　the　younger　of　the　twain；　wore　a　flaunting　feather

in　his　barret…cap；　and　managed　a　prancing　Andalusian　palfrey　that

bounded　and　curveted　gayly。　　A　surcoat　of　peach…colored　samite　and

a　purfled　doublet　of　vair　bespoke　him　noble；　as　did　his　brilliant

eye；　his　exquisitely　chiselled　nose；　and　his　curling　chestnut

ringlets。



Youth　was　on　his　brow；　his　eyes　were　dark　and　dewy；　like　spring…

violets；　and　spring…roses　bloomed　upon　his　cheekroses；　alas！　that

bloom　and　die　with　life's　spring！　　Now　bounding　over　a　rock；　now

playfully　whisking　off　with　his　riding　rod　a　floweret　in　his　path；

Philibert　de　Coquelicot　rode　by　his　darker　companion。



His　comrade　was　mounted　upon　a　destriere　of　the　true　Norman　breed；

that　had　first　champed　grass　on　the　green　pastures　of　Aquitaine。

Thence　through　Berry；　Picardy；　and　the　Limousin；　halting　at　many　a

city　and　commune；　holding　joust　and　tourney　in　many　a　castle　and

manor　of　Navarre；　Poitou；　and　St。　Germain　l'Auxerrois；　the　warrior

and　his　charger　reached　the　lonely　spot　where　now　we　find　them。



The　warrior　who　bestrode　the　noble　beast　was　in　sooth　worthy　of　the

steed　which　bore　him。　　Both　were　caparisoned　in　the　fullest

trappings　of　feudal　war。　　The　arblast；　the　mangonel；　the

demiculverin；　and　the　cuissart　of　the　peri