306 MAESHAL BLUCHEE. 



" Monsieur, 'fait mois 1'honneur a 

 prenner le main d'un tel grand homme." 



"Avec plaisir, monsieur," said his 

 highness, extending his hand. 



"Et mois aussi, monsieur le Mare- 

 chal, si vous plait," said I. 



" De tout mon coeur," replied the 

 old soldier, and gave me a hearty 

 shake; then with an "Allons done," he 

 descended the stairs with us, and taking 

 off his hat at the foot, wished us good 

 morning. 



He was a man, I remember, about 

 the common height, with strongly marked 

 features, rather a prominent nose, with 

 a quick and sparkling eye. The ravages 

 of age had already committed vast in- 

 roads on his countenance, which, never- 

 theless, was still rather pleasing than 

 otherwise. 



Our company generally divided, some 

 going off to Spithead, others to the 



