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and now displayed at Madam Tussaud's; and he 

 kept a diary of his hundred days. Translated, it 

 was published in the English Historical Review. 

 Most interesting its incidents. At the grand 

 charge of the Imperial Guard tmder Ney, Blucher's 

 horse was shot and the old General was pinned 

 to the earth beneath him. Nieman threw his own 

 cloak over the prostrate General and the French 

 siu-ged over him, never suspecting, and Blucher 

 was unharmed. "Now," so runs the journal, 

 describing events before the battle of Ligny, ''we 

 had Napoleon before us and he was equal to an 

 army of 30,000 men." Once a year the aged 

 man came to the rooms of the Society. The Libra- 

 rian would open the doors of the iron closet, take 

 out the death mask and, retiring, leave it for the 

 veteran of Waterloo to gaze on. Not a word 

 woiild he speak. Silently he lived again his hun- 

 dred days. Again he witnessed the charge. Again 

 he was at La Haye Sainte and Wellington and 

 Blucher were grasping hands. Again he was 

 entering Paris with the Allies and the five Kings, 

 and again he was with them at the grand opera. 

 To me who translated and published, the veteran's 

 diary, this death mask meant only a name; a day 

 spent on the field of Waterloo; an autograph, a 

 book, and petty relics of the exiled Emperor; but 

 to the aged German Lieutenant it meant the most 

 dramatic experiences of a lifetime. It was his 

 supreme association. 



To the man who for many years has lived 



