of her native cottage, that she discovered whither she was going. Every soothing argument and gentle entreaty that could be employed was unable to compose her spirits, and prepare her for this dreaded meeting. She fainted repeatedly; and when at length they reached the cottage, where my mother waited their arrival in an agony of affliction, she was placed in her arms, unconscious alike of her forgiveness or reproaches. A long and alarming insensibility ensued; and until her senses began to recover, her benevolent patroness would not leave her. My mother treated her with the tenderest and most delicate concern, avoiding every thing which might revive her sufferings, and stifled every accent of self-reproach that she endeavoured to utter, speaking to her only the language of affection, and of consolation to her wounded mind.

My excellent mother's feeble strength seems to have been supported in a wonderful manner through the dangerous illness of her child, which did not cease till after her confinement. Then, indeed, she sunk at once under the severest of her afflictions. She had seen her daughter through the dangers of delivery, and welcomed the little innocent to the world, which was the pledge of her disgrace.

She took a solemn leave of my sister, enjoined her to be careful of her health for the sake of her infant, and to expiate the errors of her past conduct by devoting her life to the service of that Gracious Being whose commandment she had fatally broken.

The rich reward of a virtuous life was bestowed upon her last hour. She expected the period of her approaching dissolution with delight, enduring her sufferings with the most complacent meekness, and at length expired in the arms of her unfortunate daughter, her countenance brightening with heavenly joy as she entered a purer state of existence.

I have thus, Mr. Editor, been deprived of such parents as few are blessed with. But I do not repine. My fortune is less severe than many around me; and I feel the full value of that inheritance which virtue and piety have bestowed on me through my beloved parents.

My poor orphan sister still holds her place in my heart. Her offence is not for me to condemn. I desire not to remember her errors, and think only on her misfortunes, that I may administer comfort to her sorrows. Long service abroad has prevented our meeting since these sad events have passed; but my letters have assured her of that unabated love, which even now gushes from my heart, and fills my eyes with the fondest affection.

I am, Sir,

Your most obedient servant,

A MIDSHIPMAN.

(From a Narrative of Bonaparte's Campaign in Russia in 1812. By Eugene La Baume, Colonel of Engineers in the French Army.)

[The following Narrative of the passage of the Beresina, by the Army of Bonaparte, on the 27th of November, 1812, was written by an eyewitness of the dreadful scene which he describes with so much force and truth. We present it to our readers as a striking picture of those horrors which the unfeeling Tyrant brought upon the soldiers whom he basely deserted in the hour of danger. Bonaparte had been compelled to abandon Moscow, by the heroic resolution of its inhabitants to burn that city rather than submit to the tyranny of the French Emperor. The Winter had already set in with unusual severity, and num"bers of the troops had fallen dead on the march with fatigue and cold. As they approached the banks of the Beresina, they were opposed by "the Russian army. The Author thus proceeds with his Narrative:-]

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The Russians having destroyed in their flight the great bridge of Borisov, defended all the right bank of the Beresina, and occupied, with four divisions, the principal points where we could possibly attempt to pass it. During the 25th, Napoleon manoeuvred to deceive the vigilance of the enemy, and, by stratagem, obtained possession of the village of Studzianca, placed on an eminence that commanded the river which we wished to pass. There, in the presence of the Russians, and notwithstanding their utmost opposition, he constructed two bridges, of which the Duke of Reggio profited, to cross the Beresina ; and attacking the troops which opposed his passage, he put them to flight, and pursued them, without intermission, to the head of the bridge of Borisov. During these operations, which took place between the 23d and 27th of November, we passed four dreadful days, traversing many villages, among which we could only learn the names of Bohr and Kraupki, where fatigue compelled us to halt. The days were so short, that although we made but little progress, we were obliged to march during part of the night. It was from this cause that so many unhappy wretches wandered from their regiments, and were lost. Arriving very late at the encampments, where all the corps were confounded together, they could not distinguish or learn the situation of the regiment to which they belonged. After having marched the whole day, they were often compelled to wander about all the night to find their officers, and rarely were they sufficiently fortunate to accomplish their object; they then laid themselves down to sleep, ignorant of the hour of march, and on awaking, found themselves in the power of the enemy.

As we passed the Borisov, we saw the division of Parthouneaux forming the rear-guard of the ninth corps. We then quitted the great road that led to the bridge occupied by the Russians, and turned to the right to proceed to Studzianca, where we found Napoleon. The other troops of the ninth corps, commanded by the Duke of Belluno, arrived likewise by the same road.

The twelfth and ninth corps, and the Poles, commanded by Gene. ral Dombrowski, not having been at Moscow, had so much baggage, that from Borisov to Studzianca the road was covered with carriages and waggons. The reinforcements which these troops brought us were very acceptable, yet we almost doubted whether the junction of so many men, in the centre of a vast desert, might not increase our misfortunes. Always marching in the midst of a confused mass of stragglers, with the divisions of the ninth corps, we were two hours afterwards arrested in our progress by a great crowd, and, unable to penetrate, we were compelled to march round it. In the midst of this multitude were some paltry barns, on the summit of a little hill. Seeing some chasseurs of the imperial guard encamped around it, we judged that Napoleon was there, and that we were approaching the borders of the Beresina. In fact, it was the very spot where Charles XII. crossed that river, on his march to Moscow.

What a frightful picture did this multitude of men present, overwhelmed with misfortunes of every kind, and hemmed in by a morass; that very multitude which, two months before, had exultingly spread itself over half the surface of a vast empire! Our soldiers, pale, emaciated, dying with hunger and cold, having nothing to defend them from the inclemency of the season, but tattered pelisses, and sheepskins half burnt, and uttering the most mournful lamentations, crowded the banks of this unfortunate river. Germans, Polanders, Italians, Spaniards, Croats, Portuguese, and French, were all mingled together, disputing among themselves, and quarrelling with each other, in their different languages :-finally, the officers, and even the generals, wrapped in pelisses covered with dirt and filth, confounded with the soldiers, and abusing those who pressed upon them, or braved their authority, formed a scene of strange confusion, of which no painter could trace the faintest resemblance.

They whom fatigue, or ignorance of the impending danger, rendered less eager to cross the river, were endeavouring to kindle a fire, and repose their wearied limbs. We had too frequently occasion to observe, in these encampments, to what a degree of brutality excess of misery would debase human nature. In one place we saw several of the soldiers fighting for a morsel of bread. If a stranger, pierced with the cold, endeavoured to approach a fire, those to whom it belonged inhumanly drove him away; or if, tormented with raging thirst, any one asked for a single drop of water from another who carried a full supply, the refusal was accompanied by the vilest abuse. We often beard those who had once been friends, and whose education had been liberal, bitterly disputing with each other for a little straw, or a piece of horse-flesh, which they were attempting to divide. This campaign was therefore the more terrible, as it brutalized the character, and stained us with vices to which we had before been strangers. Even those who once were honest, humane, and generous, became selfish, avaricious, dishonest, and cruel.

Napoleon having, with the assistance of his guard, forced his way through this immense crowd, crossed the river (November 27), about

three o'clock in the afternoon. The Viceroy, who had passed the whole day with him, announced to his staff, that what remained of the fourth corps should pass the bridge at eight o'clock at night. Al*though not a moment should have been lost in escaping from a place so dangerous, many could not prevail on themselves to leave the fires, round which they were sitting. "It is much better," said they, "to pass the night on this side of the river than the other, where there is nothing but marshes; besides, the bridge is as much encumbered as ever, and by waiting till to-morrow the crowd will have lessened, and the passage will be easy." This unfortunate advice prevailed on too many, and, at the hour appointed, only the household of the Prince, and a few of the officers of the staff, crossed the river.

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ad It was, indeed, necessary to know all the danger that would have e attended our stay on the left side of the river, to induce us to pass to the other. The Viceroy and his suite, arriving on the right bank, - encamped on a marshy piece of ground, and endeavoured to find out the places which were most frozen, to pass the night on them and bescape the bogs. The darkness was horrible, and the wind tremendous, hblowing a thick shower of ice and snow full in our faces. Many of the officers, pierced with the cold, did not cease running, and walking, -and striking their feet, during the whole night, to preserve themselves bfrom being completely frozen. To complete our misfortunes, wood was so scarce, that we could with difficulty supply one little fire for the Viceroy; and, to obtain some firebrands, we were obliged to appeal to the Bavarian soldiers, the daughter of whose King had been united in marriage to Prince Eugene.

f. November 28. Napoleon being gone towards Zemblin, left behind him this immense crowd, standing on the other side of the Beresina. The snow fell with violence; the hills and forests presented only some white indistinct masses, scarcely visible through the fog. We could only see distinctly the fatal river, which, half frozen, forced its way bthrough the ice that impeded its progress.

-do Although there were two bridges, one for the carriages, and the other for the foot-soldiers, yet the crowd was so great, and the Yapproaches so dangerous, that near the Beresina, the passage was completely choked up, and it was absolutely impossible to move. About beight o'clock in the morning, the bridge for the carriages and the cavalry broke down; the baggage and artillery then advanced towards the other bridge, and attempted to force a passage. Now began a afrightful contention between the foot-soldiers and the horsemen. Many perished by the hands of their comrades, but a great number were suffocated at the head of the bridge; and the dead bodies of men and horses so choked every avenue, that it was necessary to climb overmountains of carcasses to arrive at the river. Some who were buried in these horrible heaps still breathed and, struggling with the agonies of death, caught hold of those who mounted over them; but these kicked them with violence, to disengage themselves; and, without premorse, trod them under foot. During this contention, the multitude

which followed, like a furious wave, swept away while it increased the number of victims.

Borisov being evacuated, the three Russian armies effected their junction; and the same day (November 28), about eight o'clock in the morning, the Duke of Reggio was attacked on the right bank, and half an hour afterwards the Duke of Belluno was engaged on the left. Every soldier, who had before been wandering in confusion, fell into the ranks. The battle was obstinately fought, and the Duke of Reggio could only obtain the victory at the price of his own blood. He was wounded at the beginning of the action, and compelled to quit the field. The command then devolved on the Duke of Elchingen.

In the meantime the enemy, notwithstanding the valour of our soldiers, and the exertions of their commanders, briskly pressed the ninth corps, which formed the rear-guard. We already heard the roar of the cannon, and the sound dismayed every heart. Insensibly it approached, and we soon saw the fire of the enemy's artillery on the summit of the neighbouring hills; and we no longer doubted that the engagement would soon extend to that spot which was covered with thousands of unarmed men, sick and wounded, and with all our women and children.

The Duke of Elchingen having rallied his troops, the battle recommenced with new fury. The division of cuirassiers, commanded by General Doumerc, made a very brilliant charge, and at the same moment the legion of the Vistula was engaged in the woods, endeavouring to force the enemy's centre. These brave cuirassiers, although enfeebled by fatigue and privations of every kind, performed prodigies of valour. They pierced the enemy's squares, took several pieces of cannon, and three or four thousand prisoners, which our weakness would not permit us to retain: for in our cruel situation we fought not for victory, but only for life, and the honour of our arms.

In the heat of the engagement, many balls flew over the miserable orowd which was yet pressing across the bridge of the Beresina. Some shells burst in the midst of them. Terror and despair then took possession of every heart. The women and children, who had escaped so many disasters, seemed to have been preserved, only to suffer here a death still more deplorable. We saw them rushing from the baggagewaggons, and falling in agonies and tears at the feet of the first soldier they met, imploring his assistance to enable them to reach the other side. The sick and the wounded, sitting on the trunks of trees, or supported by their crutches, anxiously looked around them for some friend to help them. But their cries were lost in the air. No one had leisure to attend to his dearest friend. His own preservation absorbed every thought.

At length the Russians, continually reinforced by fresh troops, advanced in a mass, and drove before them the Polonese corps of General Girard, which till then had held them in check. At the sight of the enemy, those who had not already passed, mingled with the Polanders, and rushed precipitately towards the bridge. The artillery, the baggage-waggons, the cavalry, and the foot soldiers, all pressed on, con