There was indeed a fatal coincidence between the fears of General Simon and the sad reality; and what could be more touching than these outpourings of the heart, written by the light of a watch fire, on the eve of battle, by a soldier who thus sought to soothe the pangs of a separation, which he felt bitterly, but knew not would be eternal?
"Poor general! he is unaware of our misfortune," said Dagobert, after a moment's silence; "but neither has he heard that he has two children, instead of one.

That will be at least some consolation.

But come, Blanche; do go on reading: I fear that this dwelling on grief fatigues your sister, and she is too much affected by it.

Besides, after all, it is only just, that you should take your share of its pleasure and its sorrow." Blanche took the letter, and Rose, having dried her eyes, laid in her turn her sweet head on the shoulder of her sister, who thus continued: "I am calmer now, my dear Eva; I left off writing for a moment, and strove to banish those black presentiments.

Let us resume our conversation! After discoursing so long about India, I will talk to you a little of Europe.