The driver had often to halt at the side of the street to let the troops pass, which with a full band of music, came marching on.

At the head of one of the regiments, mounted upon a fiery steed, was a general in brilliant uniform, his breast covered with orders, which glittered in the sun.

He was tall and rather corpulent, but appeared to advantage.

His carriage was proud and imposing, his face was almost too youthful for a general, and his body too corpulent for the expressive and delicate features.

As he passed by the poor, unpretending carriage, where Wilhelmine sat with her children, she heard distinctly his beautiful, sonorous voice, and merry laugh.