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pursued his march, and desired me to wait for Kleber, whose division formed 
the rear-guard, inform him,of what had happened, and recommend him not to 
miss ‘ce drole. I presume he must eventually have paid the forfeit of his 
attempt with his life.” 
We anticipate that the suite of these Memoirs will contain some curi- 
ous disclosures, and many novel interpretations of events, the origin of 
which is, to this day, a mystery. From the station which M. de Bourri- 
enne has occupied, we presume that materials at least will not be want- 
ing : his task will be to shape them into form. The historian who would 
render his labours useful to the world, must narrate events with truth, 
and be abundantly provided with matter of a nature to excite public 
curiosity. 
MY INTENDED ! 
MarirtpA! my fate is decided ; 
My marriage is fixed for next week ; 
I fear that I’ve been at last guided 
Far less by affection than pique— 
For he who I once loved so dearly, 
Neglects me so shamefully now ; 
_ Indeed, it has shocked me severely, 
To bear his changed look and cold brow. 
And so I permitted another 
To echo the vows he had made ; 
I felt I should please my poor mother— 
Yet thus all my early hopes fade !— 
I meant but to speak of my wedding, 
I find I am talking of love ; 
I'll dry up the tears I am shedding— 
Tl) burn what [ve written above. 
You must come and see my Intended, 
A very respectable man ; 
He longs for this week to be ended— 
I would it had never began ! 
They tell me he’s rolling in riches, 
Our neighbours all think him a gem ; 
‘This country is famed for deep ditches— 
I wish he were rolling in them. - 
Youll scold me, Matilda, for joking— 
You can’t think I mean what I say ; 
Yet is it not sadly provoking, 
One never can have one’s own way ? 
I wonder if he will live single !— 
Pshaw ! his name again from my pen ! 
He flirts with that odious Miss Pringle— 
Detestable wretches, these men! 
