One of my parents, M.de F., who took service in the English India, has entertained me of you; he informed me how yet a young man you won laurels at Argom and Bhartpour; how you escaped to death at Laswari.

I have followed them, sir, on the map.

I have taken part in your victories and your glory.

Ah! I am not so cold, but my heart has trembled for your dangers; not so aged, but I remember the young man who learned from the pupil of Frederick the first rudiments of war.

Your great heart, your love of truth, your courage were your own.