of　yesterday。〃　　So；　when　Cambaceres　came　out；　which　he　did
  presently；　with　a　more　furious　air　than　before；　I　handed　him　at
  once　over　to　Eugene；　who　begged　him　to　name　a　friend；　and　an　early
  hour　for　the　meeting　to　take　place。
  〃Can　you　make　it　before　eleven；　Phil？〃　said　Beauharnais。　　〃The
  Emperor　reviews　the　troops　in　the　Bois　de　Boulogne　at　that　hour；
  and　we　might　fight　there　handy　before　the　review。〃
  〃Done！〃　said　I。　　〃I　want　of　all　things　to　see　the　newly…arrived
  Saxon　cavalry　manoeuvre：〃　on　which　Cambaceres；　giving　me　a　look；　as
  much　as　to　say；　〃See　sights！　　Watch　cavalry　manoeuvres！　　Make　your
  soul；　and　take　measure　for　a　coffin；　my　boy！〃　walked　away；　naming
  our　mutual　acquaintance；　Marshal　Ney；　to　Eugene；　as　his　second　in
  the　business。
  I　had　purchased　from　Murat　a　very　fine　Irish　horse；　Bugaboo；　out　of
  Smithereens；　by　Fadladeen；　which　ran　into　the　French　ranks　at
  Salamanca；　with　poor　Jack　Clonakilty；　of　the　13th；　dead；　on　the　top
  of　him。　　Bugaboo　was　too　much　and　too　ugly　an　animal　for　the　King
  of　Naples；　who；　though　a　showy　horseman；　was　a　bad　rider　across
  country；　and　I　got　the　horse　for　a　song。　　A　wickeder　and　uglier
  brute　never　wore　pig…skin；　and　I　never　put　my　leg　over　such　a
  timber…jumper　in　my　life。　　I　rode　the　horse　down　to　the　Bois　de
  Boulogne　on　the　morning　that　the　affair　with　Cambaceres　was　to　come
  off；　and　Lanty　held　him　as　I　went　in；　〃sure　to　win；〃　as　they　say　in
  the　ring。
  Cambaceres　was　known　to　be　the　best　shot　in　the　French　army；　but　I；
  who　am　a　pretty　good　hand　at　a　snipe；　thought　a　man　was　bigger；　and
  that　I　could　wing　him　if　I　had　a　mind。　　As　soon　as　Ney　gave　the
  word；　we　both　fired：　I　felt　a　whiz　past　my　left　ear；　and　putting　up
  my　hand　there；　found　a　large　piece　of　my　whiskers　gone；　whereas　at
  the　same　moment；　and　shrieking　a　horrible　malediction；　my　adversary
  reeled　and　fell。
  〃Mon　Dieu；　il　est　mort！〃　cried　Ney。
  〃Pas　de　tout；〃　said　Beauharnais。　　〃Ecoute；　il　jure　toujours。〃
  And　such；　indeed；　was　the　fact：　the　supposed　dead　man　lay　on　the
  ground　cursing　most　frightfully。　　We　went　up　to　him：　he　was　blind
  with　the　loss　of　blood；　and　my　ball　had　carried　off　the　bridge　of
  his　nose。　　He　recovered；　but　he　was　always　called　the　Prince　of
  Ponterotto　in　the　French　army；　afterwards。　　The　surgeon　in
  attendance　having　taken　charge　of　this　unfortunate　warrior；　we　rode
  off　to　the　review　where　Ney　and　Eugene　were　on　duty　at　the　head　of
  their　respective　divisions；　and　where；　by　the　way；　Cambaceres；　as
  the　French　say；　〃se　faisait　desirer。〃
  It　was　arranged　that　Cambaceres'　division　of　six　battalions　and
  nine…and…twenty　squadrons　should　execute　a　ricochet　movement；
  supported　by　artillery　in　the　intervals；　and　converging　by
  different　epaulements　on　the　light　infantry；　that　formed；　as　usual；
  the　centre　of　the　line。　　It　was　by　this　famous　manoeuvre　that　at
  Arcola；　at　Montenotte；　at　Friedland；　and　subsequently　at　Mazagran；
  Suwaroff；　Prince　Charles；　and　General　Castanos　were　defeated　with
  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