He perceived M.do St.Hilaire, the father, coming to meet him, and asked him what column it was on account of which he had been sent for.

"My father was pointing it out to him, writes young St.

Hilaire, "when, unhappily, the two little pieces fired: a ball, passing over the quarters of my father's horse, carried away his left arm and the horse's neck, and struck M.de Turenne in the left side; he still went forward about twenty paces on his horse's neck, and fell dead.

I ran to my father, who was down, and raised him up.
'No need to weep for me,' he said; 'it is the death of that great man; you may, perhaps, lose your father, but neither your country nor you will ever have a general like that again.

O, poor army, what is to become of you ?' Tears fell from his eyes; then, suddenly recovering himself, 'Go, my son, and leave me,' he said; 'with me it will be as God pleases; time presses; go and do your duty.'" [_Memoires du Marquis de St.Hilaire,_ t.i.