I was following him at the time, and ran to his assistance.

Five minutes after we were made prisoners--and by whom think you ?--by a Frenchman." "A Frenchman ?" "Yes, an emigrant marquis, a colonel in the service of Russia," answered Dagobert, with bitterness.

"And so, when this marquis advanced towards us, and said to the general: 'Surrender, sir, to a countryman!'-- 'A Frenchman, who fights against France,' replied the general, 'is no longer my countryman; he is a traitor, and I'd never surrender to a traitor!' And, wounded though he was, he dragged himself up to a Russian grenadier, and delivered him his sabre, saying: 'I surrender to you my brave fellow!' The marquis became pale with rage at it." The orphans looked at each other with pride, and a rich crimson mantled their cheeks, as they exclaimed: "Oh, our brave father!" "Ah, those children," said Dagobert, as he proudly twirled his moustache.

"One sees they have soldier's blood in their veins! Well," he continued, "we were now prisoners.

The general's last horse had been killed under him; and, to perform the journey, he mounted Jovial, who had not been wounded that day.