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EXTRACTS FROM GENERAL SIMON'S DIARY.
Bivouac on the Mountains of Avers February the 20th, 1830.
"Each time I add some pages to this journal, written now in the heart of India, where the fortune of my wandering and proscribed existence has thrown me--a journal which, alas! my beloved Eva, you may never read--I experience a sweet, yet painful emotion; for, although to converse thus with you is a consolation, it brings back the bitter thought that I am unable to see or speak to you.
"Still, if these pages should ever meet your eyes, your generous heart will throb at the name of the intrepid being, to whom I am this day indebted for my life, and to whom I may thus perhaps owe the happiness of seeing you again--you and my child--for of course our child lives.
Yes, it must be--for else, poor wife, what an existence would be yours amid the horrors of exile! Dear soul! he must now be fourteen.

Whom does he resemble?
Is he like you?
Has he your large and beautiful blue eyes ?--Madman that I am! how many times, in this long day-book, have I already asked the same idle question, to which you can return no answer!--How many times shall I continue to ask it ?--But you will teach our child to speak and love the somewhat savage name of Djalma." "Djalma!" said Rose, as with moist eyes she left off reading.
"Djalma!" repeated Blanche, who shared the emotion of her sister.

"Oh, we shall never forget that name." "And you will do well, my children; for it seems to be the name of a famous soldier, though a very young one.

But go on, my little Rose!" "I have told you in the preceding pages, my dear Eva, of the two glorious days we had this month.