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eleven years. The contents of the volume 
are the results of his own knowledge, or the 
communications of persons for the most part 
of distinction, whose veracity he had no 
reason to question, and whose names he 
usually gives. The notes commence in Ja- 
nuary of that year, and extend through the 
period in which the city was occupied by the 
allies, and end with an account of Buona- 
parte’s journey to Elba—constituting a va- 
luable addition to the information we already 
possess of these eventful times.—We select 
a few anecdotes by way of specimen. 
Early in January, when preparations were 
making for defending Paris, but when few 
had any apprehensions the enemy would 
venture to attack the capital, a paper was 
found stuck on the base of the column in 
the Place Vendome—“ Passez vite, il va 
tomber.”’ 
And quite as early, an officer was ex- 
pressing his inability to comprehend what 
was going on—alluding to the confusion 
which began to appear in the public offices— 
when Talleyrand observed, “ C’est le com- 
mencement du fin.’’ 
Of Talleyrand, so strong were Buonaparte’s 
Suspicions, that just before his departure for 
the army, when Savary and Regnaud St. 
Jean d’Angeley and Talleyrand were with 
him in his closet, he said, “ I think, for my 
own security, I ought to send you to Vin- 
cennes—your conduct is equivocal,”’ &c. 
In receiving his last instructions from 
Buonaparte, who was on the point of starting 
for the army (24th Jan.), Count Real asked, 
“ Tf, in the course of the campaign, a corps 
of twenty-five or thirty thousand should 
elude the French army, and make a dash on 
Paris, what am I to do ?”?—“ The inhabi- 
tants will rise and defend the capital armes 
aux bras.’’—“ They are more likely to meet 
the enemy armes aux pieds,’’ was the count’s 
significant reply. 
While with the army, the emperor in- 
sisted on Savary writing, every night, all the 
information of all sorts he could possibly col- 
lect. When the impression began to be ge- 
neral that he must be got rid of, and the im- 
perial government be subyerted, Desmarest 
said to the Duke of Rovigo, “‘ What can 
you say to the emperor? who will venture 
to tell him the truth ??—“ Look there,’’ 
says Rovigo, handing to him the letter he 
had just finished ; “‘ I can give you no hope 
—you are lost—and if a cannon-ball does 
not carry you off, I cannot answer what will 
be your end; such is the feeling of disgust 
and hatred for the government, and such the 
wish for your destruction by every rank and 
class, that there can be no safety for you, or 
chance of preserving the government.” 
During the whole of February the streets 
were filled with soldiers and raw conscripts, 
whose route lay through the city. No pro- 
vision was made for subsistence or convey- 
ance, and they were forced to Jeg. On the 
7th, sat a court-martial at Meaux, to deci- 
mate these miserable wretches. The author 
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saw the judgments, with the names of those 
who were shot, stuck against the walls of the 
metropolis. The 2wmber should have been 
mentioned. 
While walking along the skirts of the 
Place de Grenelle, the author beheld innu- 
merable marks of bullets on that part of the 
wall near to which the military executions 
took place of the unfortunate victims of the 
jealousy and despotism of the imperial go- 
vernment. In a few places a cross had been 
traced on the wall, and also the name of the 
unfortunate being who had there ceased to 
exist. This surely requires explanation. 
In the advance upon Paris (28th March), 
Blucher established his head-quarters at 
Plessis Belleville, and forbade the adjacent 
village of Ermenonville to be occupied by 
any part of his army, out of respect to the 
spot where J. J. Rousseau died and was 
buried ! 
Of the conduct of the boys of the Poly- 
technic School, much was said at the time. 
According to the author, 270 were engaged 
in working the guns. M. Francais was the 
only sufferer, and he languishedseven months 
of his wounds. “ Yielding to public opi- 
nion,’’ says the writer, ‘‘ Louis XVIII. con- 
ferred some crosses of the Legion of Honour 
on these young gentlemen; but, instead 
of giving one to the unfortunate M. Fran- 
¢ais, and to those who were engaged in the 
Vincennes road, he bestowed them on those 
who remained at the school the whole of the 
day.” 
In the splendid procession of the sove- 
reigns into Paris, the Grand Duke Constan- 
tine of Russia quitted the line, and placed 
himself on the side of the road to observe 
the troops as they passed, and entered into 
familiar conversation with the by-standers, 
commenting on the troops.“ Those are 
Mahommedans. ‘That is the regiment you 
were told was cut to pieces. That is the 
hero who beat Vandamme.’’—Some one 
asking him if Vandamme was sent to Sibe- 
ria—* No, he is at Moscow.”——“ Is Mo- 
reau really dead ?’?—“* Does any body doubt 
it??? He smiled and nodded to many of 
the common soldiers, crying, ‘“ Brave! 
brave !”-which was returned by a most 
risible grimace. At length, his own regi- 
ment of cuirassiers coming up, he put him- 
self at their head, and joined the procession. 
“ He is tall, stout, well-made, with a fair 
complexion ; his profile is scarcely human 
—his nose that of a baboon; he is near- 
sighted, contracting his eyes when looking 
attentively, which are covered with uncom- 
monly large, light, bushy eyebrows; his 
voice is hoarse and husky ; he has a rough, 
soldier-like manner; and is sarcastic, yet 
affable.”” 
The barracks of the Quai Buonaparte 
were filled with Russian cavalry and infan- 
try. Under the walls of the Quai, on the 
banks of the river, the author saw a consi- 
derable body of Russian soldiers bivouacking~ 
—round the blazing fires many were sleep- 
