. Contes de chevalerie : périls, ou par les inondations et sur le terrain ..... L'un de ses valets de chambre, et à venir dans son buckskinbreeches voir uniquement les chasseurs et veste, lui a fallu raison de ses serviteurs ; et, hors ofsport, a donné le maréchal une sévère strokewith sa main sur la culasse. Turenne,cuisantes avec le coup, se tourna un peu en colère ; le valet, voyant son mas-ter, tomba sur ses genoux, implorant hisforgiveness, disant : ** J'ai pensé, mon seigneur,c'est John ! Et même si elle a beenJohn, dit le maréchal, avec beaucoup de cool-ness, vous n'avez pas besoin d'avoir frappé sohard. Un cas douteux. Les portes de la tour a

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. Tales of chivalry : or, Perils by flood and field ..... One of his valets coming intothe room, and seeing only his buckskinbreeches and hunters jacket, took him forone of his fellow-servants; and, out ofsport, gave the marshal a severe strokewith his hand on the breech. Turenne, smarting with the blow, turned about alittle angry ; the valet, seeing his mas-ter, fell upon his knees, entreating hisforgiveness, saying, ** I thought, my lord, it was John! And although it had beenJohn, said the marshal, with great cool-ness, you need not have struck sohard. A DOUBTFUL CASE. The gates of the Tower are closed everynight at a certain time; after which thereis no egress or ingress without some littletrouble. A very corpulent gentleman, who had been spending the eveningthere with a friend, and staid till the verylast moment, on his way to the gate meta soldier, whom he accosted with— Pray, my good fellow, can I get out at thisgate ?— I dont know, said the soldier, eyeing him, ** I dont know j but a bag-gage waggon can. PERILS BY FLOOD AND FIELD. 365. rase 369. RETRIBUTION. ) I BELONGED to a regiment of cniras- Isiers, which formed a part of the rear of !the grand army, on its retreat upon Leipsic, and the shades of night had de- jscended long ere we arrived at the spot ?in which we were to bivouac; watchfires w^ere blazing along our whole line, sur-rounded by the fatigued soldiers. After obtaining some little refresh-nient, I walked forAard u few paces toobserve our position. From the proximityof the countless watchtires in the directionof the enemy, I judged that immediatelymorning dawned, the battle would com-mence. What an imposing scene I Two of thegreatest armies that had ever followedJiuropean leaders, lay hushed in repose. How soon would this repose be dis-turbed by the deafening thunder of can-non—the rude shock of cavalry—the closeand deadly bayonet charge ! Before thesetting of to-morrows sun, how manybrave men, who were now full of lustyvigour, would be stret

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