The troops of my old friend, the prince, which daily make fresh advances in European discipline, have performed wonders.

We have beaten the English, and obliged them to abandon a portion of this unhappy country, which they had invaded in contempt of all the rights of justice, and which they continue to ravage without mercy, for, in these parts, warfare is another name for treachery, pillage, and massacre.

This morning, after a toilsome march through a rocky and mountainous district, we received information from our scouts, that the enemy had been reinforced, and was preparing to act on the offensive; and, as we were separated from them by a distance of a few leagues only, an engagement became inevitable.

My old friend the prince, the father of my deliverer, was impatient to march to the attack.

The action began about three o'clock; it was very bloody and furious.