"LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!" "It was thus, you see," said old Nonesuch, crossing his legs--the wooden one over the good one.

"At that time our army in Italy was destitute of everything.

We had nothing--no bread, no ammunition, no shoes, no coats.
Ah, it was a poor army we were then! The people at Paris, called the Directory, were worried over our condition.

The army must have bread, ammunition, shoes, coats, they said.

We must send one to look after this.