Their third son, Julien, is in a regiment in the command of Longstreet, and when I look at him I see both his father and his mother, at whose wedding I danced again for a whole day and night.

But now, Leonidas, I fear that my knees are growing a little stiff, and think of our age, Leonidas!" "Age! age! Hector Lucien Philip Etienne St.Hilaire, how dare you talk of age! Your years are exactly the same as mine, and I can outride, outwalk, outdance, and, if need be, make love better than any of these young cubs who are with us.

I am astonished at you, Hector! Why, it's been only a few years since you and I were boys.

We've scarcely entered the prime of life, and we'll show 'em at Jeb Stuart's ball!" "That's so, Leonidas, and you do well to rebuke me," and Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St.Hilaire puffed out his chest--he was, in fact, a fine figure of a man.

"We'll go to Jeb Stuart's ball, as you say, and in the presence of the Virginia fair show everybody what real men are." "And we'll be glad to see you do it, Colonel," said Sherburne.
The dancing had not yet begun, but as they entered the grounds the Acadian band swung into the air of the Marseillaise, playing the grand old Revolutionary tune with all the spirit and fervor with which Frenchmen must have first played and sung it.