14 saint whom he had all his life invoked; on the other was an infant, whose feebles cries the mother, worn down with grief, was en- deavouring to hush, and while she present- ed it with the breast, her tears dropped fast upon it. " In the midst of this desolation, the passage of the army into the interior of the town, formed a striking contrast. On one side was seen the abjeet submission of the conquered on the other the pride atten- dant upon victory: the former had lost their all the latter, rich with spoil, and ignorant of defeat, marched proudly on to the sound of warlike music, inspiring the unhappy remains of a vanquished popula- tion with mingled fear and admiration.
The Night before the Battle. Although, worn out with fatigue, we felt not the want of sleep, there were many among us, so enamoured of glory, and so flushed with the hope of the morrow's suc- cess, that they were absolutely incapable of repose. As they passed the wakeful hours, and the silence and darkness of midnight stole upon them, while the fires of the sleeping soldiers, now, almost extinct, threw their last rays of light over the heaps of arms piled around, they gave themselves up to profound meditation. They reflected
