The Emperor looked me at once in the face, took his hands out of his pockets, put them behind his back, and coming up to me smiling, pronounced the following words:-- "Assaye, Delhi, Deeg, Futtyghur ?" I blushed, and taking off my hat with a bow, said--"Sire, c'est moi." "Parbleu! je le savais bien," said the Emperor, holding out his snuff-box.

"En usez-vous, Major ?" I took a large pinch (which, with the honor of speaking to so great a man, brought the tears into my eyes), and he continued as nearly as possible in the following words:-- "Sir, you are known; you come of an heroic nation.

Your third brother, the Chef de Bataillon, Count Godfrey Gahagan, was in my Irish brigade." Gahagan.--"Sire, it is true.

He and my countrymen in your Majesty's service stood under the green flag in the breach of Burgos, and beat Wellington back.

It was the only time, as your Majesty knows, that Irishmen and Englishmen were beaten in that war." Napoleon (looking as if he would say, "D--- your candor, Major Gahagan").--"Well, well; it was so.