"Be cool, boys," I said; "it will be hot enough work for you ere long." The honest fellows answered with an Irish cheer.

I saw that it affected our prisoner.
"Countryman," said I, "I know you; but an Irishman was never a traitor." "Taisez-vous!" said he, putting his finger to his lip.

"C'est la fortune de la guerre: if ever you come to Paris, ask for the Marquis d' O'Mahony, and I may render you the hospitality which your tyrannous laws prevent me from exercising in the ancestral halls of my own race." I shook him warmly by the hand as a tear bedimmed his eye.

It was, then, the celebrated colonel of the Irish Brigade, created a Marquis by Napoleon on the field of Austerlitz! "Marquis," said I, "the country which disowns you is proud of you; but--ha! here, if I mistake not, comes our signal to advance." And in fact, Captain Vandeleur, riding up through the shower of shot, asked for the commander of the detachment, and bade me hold myself in readiness to move as soon as the flank companies of the Ninety-ninth, and Sixty-sixth, and the Grenadier Brigade of the German Legion began to advance up the echelon.

The devoted band soon arrived; Jack Bowser heading the Ninety-ninth (when was he away and a storming-party to the fore ?), and the gallant Potztausend, with his Hanoverian veterans.
The second rocket flew up.
"Forward, Onety-oneth!" cried I, in a voice of thunder.