Mount your horse and dash into town.

Send for Brotherton and M'Gregor to quarters, and announce the news as quickly as possible." "But what am I to announce, Sir George ?" "That the French are in retreat,--Massena in retreat, my lad." A tremendous cheer at this instant burst from the hundreds in the _salon_, who now heard the glorious tidings.

Another cheer and another followed,--ten thousand _vivas_ rose amidst the crash of the band, as it broke into a patriotic war chant.

Such a scene of enthusiasm and excitement I never witnessed.

Some wept with joy.