Many of them were the shattered relics of Napoleon's Grand Army--glorious old fellows in cocked hats and long blue coats, and weather-beaten as the walls around them.

After a few moments I hurried into the Rotunda, which is nearly one hundred feet in height, surrounded by six small recesses, or alcoves.

"Where is Napoleon ?" said I to one of the sentinels.

"There," said he, pointing to a recess, or small chapel, hung with dark purple velvet and lighted by one glimmering lamp.

I approached the iron railing and, there before me, almost within arm's length, in the marble coffin covered by his gray riding coat of Marengo, lay all that was mortal of the great Emperor.