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ment I thought that little else in the mansion had a chance of calling forth emotions of similar interest, but in this I was mistaken. On leaving the pictureroom, we proceeded to survey the other apartments; there was not one of them which did not conjure up to the mind of his faithful follower some vivid reminiscences of what had taken place on the last eventful visit of the dethroned emperor. He hurried from chamber to chamber. "Here was the state apartment in which the emperor had sought repose on the night previous to his de• parture. Here was the room which he himself had occupied, and here Bertrand had slept." Then he bewildered himself as to the various chambers which had been occupied by the rest of the small band of fugitives, and walked backwards and forwards from one to another, endeavoring to recal things more distinctly to his mind. This awakened the remembrance of much that had been said by different persona during those agonized hours which preceded the fatal one that banished them so many years from France. As the train of painful recollections rose thick and fast in this retrospect of bygone times—like the forms of the dead which come in the agitated slumbers of fever, flitting dimly before the mental vision—the old nobleman's countenance and manner became more clouded and perturbed, and I felt glad when we at last left the house and entered the pleasure-grounds behind it. • He walked quickly, until we reached an alley near the entrance. "It was here," he said, mournfully, "that the emperor paced up and down for a few minutes previous to his departure." "Ay!" exclaimed he, excitedly, as if stung by some remembrance, "it was just on this spot that he stopped to say something to me aside, when about to get into the carriage which was to take him away for ever." After this he became silent, and we walked on farther into the wood; but soon he stopped suddenly. "Let us go home," he said, "for all is changed here—quite changed; boundaries close one in on all sides, and every-! thing has become contracted and circumscribed." This remark was strictly true as regarded the pleasure-grounds, which had been reduced to a much smaller

compass, and in troth contained little to admire, either as to space or beauty.

After we returned to St. Germain, I remained to dine with my kind friends. Among many scenes of varied excitement which I have passed through during my life, I have never spent a day so filled with themes of absorbing interest. Persons, entirely apart from my country and sphere, associated with a man whose name had once filled Europe with terror, seemed to rise before me, living and true—the present receded— and the great emperor and his train came up from the gulf of the past and filled the mind with an intense apprehension of their presence and reality. Not much was said during dinner while the servants were present, but when we returned to the drawing-room the floodgates of memory re-opened, and the tide of recollections continued to flow on, until the hour arrived when I had to take my departure. The excitement experienced by the old general in his visit of the morning caused a revulsion in his feeble frame, which created a feeling of extreme chilliness, and although in reality it was a mild autumn evening, he shivered with cold, and had a fire lighted —one piece of wood after another he kept throwing into the grate, until the flame became quite a great blaze, and then placing himself in front, on a musicstool, with his back turned to the fire, he continued holding forth to madame and to me about various singular occurrences and conversations that had taken place at St. Helena, more freely than he would probably have done with other people and under other circumstances. He dwelt much on the indescribable spell that bound all those who approached the emperor, whose name he never mentioned without a degree of emotion, amounting almost to tenderness. He endeavored distinctly to portray his personal appearance, vividly describing the marble stillness of his countenance in a state of repose—the wonderfully piercing expression of his eye, when excited to attention by any person . or thing—his sternness of demeanor towards those w.hom he either disliked or suspected. All this he ably contrasted with his perfect suavity among his friends, the lighting up of his features when awakened into gaiety, and the singular fascination of his smile in addressing those to whom In- was attached. "His power was irre- , sistible!" exclaimed he, with animation; "where he bestowed his love it was impossible not to return it with intensity and devotion. Ney was a proof of the empire he gained over the affections of others, and I, whom he honored by calling me his son—I"—the old man's voice trembled in the singular conclusion of the sentence—"I loved him, as if he had been a woman."

Nearly fifteen years have passed away since that interesting day, and many ex-j traordinary changes have taken place j which at the time were not anticipated, while others, more natural and more like!y to happen, have strangely tailed of being accomplished. General Montholon' has followed his beloved master to the grave, and Louis Napoleon sits on the throne of France, which it is even possible he might not have attained without the skilful management and unwearying exertions of his uncle's old friend, whose i li • v i >i ii in to the Bonaparte family proved his strongest principle of action, and but too truly showed itself as the mainspring of a long lite.

How completely this is recognized by the French nation may be easily imagined, for in naming the subject of the old general's faithfulness among themselves, they term it in words, perhaps more expressive than elegant, "la ndelite du chien."


At length the spice-breathing verdant' coasts of Sumatra and Java emerged from the azure waves. Our frigate, the' Gertrude, sailed into the Straits of Sunda. i and proudly passed, with dilated canvas, one island after the other, perfect emeralds upon the sapphire-hued waters. There was great rejoicing on board, for we two hundred beings had been packed together like herrings quite long enough. The bay of Batavia, too, opened before us, a magnificent verdure-begirdled, almost circular basin, thronged with vessels

belonging t» all nations. When the anchor had been dropped, the troops on board our ship—for we had on board a fresh supply of recruits—were permitted to choose their own dinner, in honor of the festive occasion. A majority of votes decided for boiled potatoes and butter, and all set to work peeling the former in excellent splints. An officer of health came on board, and granted our ship free intercourse with the surrounding ships and land. The excitement among the soldiers is momentarily augmented, for we have reached the land of wonders, and something strange must be -at once discovered. The guard-ship sends a midshipman to inquire about passengers, landing, the length of passage, and any remarkable incidents. So soon as the report has been made, a boat is lowered from our frigate, and the captains, naval and military, go ashore, protected by an awningfromthe sun's heat. Native boats, of every sort and size, and filled with brown and yellow men, only covered as to the hips, and impelled by sails or peculiarly-formed paddles, flock upon all sides of the ship, and offer fruit and rice cakes for sale. • Though they are forbidden coming on board, a lively trade is carried on. They hand up the wares in , baskets fastened to poles, and receive the value in exchange. Broken Dutch words and rapidly-learnt Malay figures and intimations facilitate the barter. The soldiers, not listening to the warnings of their officers, eagerly clutch at the unknown refreshment, at the pisang, the. Nanka Wolandra, the Kambutan, and the pine-apples, and still more eagerly swallow their refreshing meat and cooling juice. The sellers ask for bread, an article they highly esteem. There is an abundant and superfluous supply in the bread-chest. It is fetched up in caps and buckets, and handed to the Malays and Chinese. They give in exchange for it whatever they think proper, and the troops, who are in no way interfered with, accept anything. As is natural, owing to the hurry and crowding, sundry biscuits fall into the water. At the same instant a huge caiman rises, several sharks come up with a golden green flash, and quarrel over the dainty morsels. The native boats put back with shouts and clamor. The soldiers have tasted the fruits of the

country, and have now also seen some of its living creatures.

The troops are urged by the noncommissioned officers to get ready finlanding. One after the other arrives on deck, fully equipped and loaded, just as they quieted Harderwyk. All are in that cheerful temper with which men leave a prison, within whose bare walls they have been confined for three months. The drum beats for dinner, but the hitherto prevailing regularity is unheeded. The master bakers still try to give orders, but the lads consider their duties at an end. The fruit has stilled the appetite, and the longing to land overpowers every other feeling. The cook and his assistants grumble because their duties endure to the last moment, and are in return favored with far from flattering sobriquets, ] which the soldiers have learned from the sailors. From the shore arrive three large Malay prahus, with low bulwarks,! each with a mast and an enormous' mat-' ting sail: they are the boats to land the troops, say the sailors. The troops rush to the side of the frigate turned towards the shore, while the sailors let down the | side-ladder. There is a constant row going on, for the sailors, either undesignedly or through native roughness, upset every soldier who gets in their way. Without awaiting orders or keeping any discipline, the troops.rush down the ladder into the prahu, which is pushed off just as it appears in danger of sinking from overcrowding. A second takes its place, and then the third: the officers have no occasion to see whether any one remains behind, for all are too anxious to escape from the cage. Last of all, the officers descend in their turn, the only persons who bid farewell to the crew.

There is a short trip across the roads, during which all eyes gaze savagely at the caimans which cross the track, and then the prahus enter the river on whose banks Batavia is bui|t. On the right and left are forts, with menacing cannon. And then come buildings, overshadowed by palm-trees, exotic plants of the most enormous dimensions, and beneath them the most extraordinary human beings, in waving garments and with flashing eyes. And lastly there is a quay built of bricks, and a group of officers upon it, gazing at the new arrivalsv The hearts of the

latter beat almost audibly: all their energies seem to be concentrated in their eyes. The matting sails are slowly lowered, and one prahu after the other is pulled up to land. The troops leap ashore without bidding, feel firm ground under their staggering legs, stare at one another, can not understand their feelings, for they aH feel intoxicated, and do not know whether to laugh and shout or to look serious. The awaiting officers give their newlyarrived comrades a hearty welcome: there are beakers full of sparkling wine, and a hearty, cheerful welcome in the land of the sun. The troops, after some trouble, are drawn up in two lines, and a freshly-baked loaf and half a bottle of wine are given to each man. They hastily swallow what they have unconsciously accepted. They have not the will and patience to eat and swallow. They are occupied with waking dreams. They stare around in amazement and doubt, as if all they see around them must suddenly disappear. They feel strange themselves. in this strange entourage, in this realized world of fairy tales.

At length they march off", with drums in front, into the Queen of the East, along the streets, on either side of which stand palaces, half in the European, half in the Oriental style, once the abodes of the most golden splendor, and the most luxuriant enjoyment of life, now magazines and offices, where the merchant sits and cogitates, to whom the whole earth is merely a draught-board, with ships for counters; and, farther on, the new Batavia of the parks and porticoed villas, where the pallid European wife and the hot-blooded Creole adorn themselves with • jewels, and are almost continually slumbering in order to awake again for wild passion, comparable in beauty to the first woman who issued from the Creator's hand—when at rest, gaily glistening snakes, but in their passion bloo.d-sucking tigers. And there is the "Great i House," the centre of the government, and in front of it the defiant lion of the Netherlands, which once drove the English up the Thames; and on all sides is a gleaming glory of plants and flowers; and here and there the heavy-horned buffalo; and along the road half-naked, barefooted brown men and women, carrying fruit and edibles in baskets hanging from long bamboo poles on their shoulders; and yellow Chinese, with their almond-shaped, cunning eyes and pendulous pigtails, with their heads covered by broad-leafed hats, and white garments fluttering about them, as they hasten to their various avocations. And above all these new and strange sights is the deep-blue vault of heaven, and the fresh sea-breeze fanning the burning cheeks and cooling the hot foreheads.

The troops marchalonglike gentlemen. They are the lords of the land and all its treasures, fpr a white skin imparts nobility, and even the private is never addressed otherwise than as Tuan (sir) by the natives. On the right lies the fortress, which commands the country for a long distance, and under its guns is Weltevreden, a vil'lage composed almost entirely of military buildings, storehouses, and barracks, clean and neat—an exact image of the Dutch home-land. But while the Dutch have remained true to themselves in Batavia, they have been unable to escape the influence which the fabled East exerts over Europeans. They have, so to speak, encircled the sword with flowers, and hung the protecting walls with fresh green hangings of grass. On reaching the gate of the camp, where the garrison of Batavia is quartered, a regimental band places itself at the head of the procession. Gay sounds, triumphal marches, and merry strains, accompany the new comers to their, temporary abode. The barracks, two stones high, with a wide verandah in front, are airy,'cool, clean, and comfortable. The detachment marches into the capacious court-yard, which is surrounded by a blooming hedge of prickly plants. The captain who brought them across the ocean now hands them over to the captain commanding the Dutch depot in Batavia With this incident the voyage is ended, and a new life begins. The officer now in command is a rough, strict gentleman. He tells the men with great but severe calmness that he shall treat them as each deserves, after which he assigns their quarters. The sergeants are given a very large lofty room,- while the corporals and privates go up a flight of stone steps to a long hall. All the windows and doors open on covered passages, which run along the two sides of the edifice. Along the walls are bedsteads,

! with mattresses and pillows of rice-straw, and light cotton counterpanes. The troops lay aside their baggage, but do not feel ! the slightest desire for repose.

The cry is heard, "The baker's men will come down!" and, to their excessive annoyance, the privates who held this office last must temporarily perform the duty. These coarse fellows, too, feel the necessity of collecting themselves. The transition has been too sudden, the objects are too new, too strange, too confusing. They would most prefer to get drunk, but where are they to procure spirits within these stone walls, and after 'the menacing warning of their new com'. mander against drunkenness and smuggling spirits into the quarters under his charge has so lately rung in their ears 7 They sulkily obey the summons, and, on receipt of further orders, fetch from a kitchen, open on three sides, large tin caldrons full of beef-tea and boiled fresh beef for themselves and their comrades. Benches are used as tables; each man has brought a knife and fork from aboard ship; but few use knives, for they greedily tear the fresh meat, which they have not tasted for so long, with their teeth. The next dish is dry boiled rice, accompanied by a Malay condiment, called sarnbalyoreng, composed of cayenne pepper and onions fried in palm-oil. Soma of the men take a little too much of the latter,* and run about with awful execrations, declaring that the foul fiend in person has taken possession of them.

The new comers are allowed to stroll about outside for a few hours—till eight' J o'clock P.m. The bazar-lama, or old market, is no great distance oft'. A few old soldiers acquainted with the localities join the recruits as welcome guides and eager parasites. The new coiners no longer have an eye for the novelties that surround them, or an ear for the sensual music of the Malays. They rush into the Chinese dram-shops: Tabe, ke (Welcome, good friend), and sopi (spirits), are the first Malay words they thoroughly learn. Arrac is a sweet poison, especially when mixed with fruit essences, and overpowers even the strongest men. It flows into the cups, it overflows the lips. The recruits wade in felicity, wallow in delight, and believe I the boasting language of their elder comrades. A shot from the 12-pounder gun in front of the great house, which is the' signal for tattoo, thunders in unwelcome ears, and interrupts the orgie. With hesitating steps, stupid, mumbling half a dozen different sorts of dialects, they totter back to barracks. But on this day indulgence is shown; the sentry at the j gate notices nothing and suspects nothing. The old hands alone, who have taken advantage of the opportunity, are carefully examined, and a bottle of spirits concealed under the tightly-fitting uniform of one of them is mercilessly confis- j cated. The recruits are cajled over in their sleeping-room, according to regulations, but it is absurd to think of sleep and quietness. The bright illumination through numerous lamps hanging from the ceiling, and which burn till daylight, keeps up the excitement. Two or three' soldiers have brought in Malay women with them, but this causes no offence. In the Dutch East Indies this is permitted the soldiers, and the barracks swarm with Malay women and their children. In that country marriage is merely a matter' of propriety, and is based on pecuniary; considerations principally.

The recruits, who nave fallen asleep at a very late hour, are awakened at five A.m. by the signal-gun from the "Great House," the rattling of drums, and the loud shouts of the sergeants on duty for' -the baker's men. The tormented men, still half asleep, and in an awful sttfte of seediness, go down growling to receive in the kitchen the tin vessels of the pre-! vious day, which they have fortunately not been called on to clean, filled with very strong coffee and half-pound loaves, j The women in barracks are kicked out, and ihen the men inspect then-breakfast.; Expressions of angiy surprise at the ab-: sence of milk, and uncertainty as to how | the liquid is to be imbibed, mingled with oaths, are audible on all sides. Surely they are not expected to thrust their mouths into the caldron, like pigs eating out of the same trough. Some try to use their spoons, but soon give up the experiment as tedious and ill adapted. At length, a Frenchman discovers that | the shell-shaped cover of his canteen can be employed as a coffee-cup. The idea j is applauded and imitated. They fill and' drink, and devour their loaves, and the J while chaff each other about their seedy ap

pearance, or complain aboutheadaches and limit ness. In the heated climate of the tropics intoxication leaves far more serious results. Suddenly day breaks,and the bright, dazzling sunshine overflows everything. The lamps are left to go out of themselves, for-they are forgotten. Drums summon the troops to the barrack-yard, but the sergeants are obliged to compel them to dress and go down. They fall in gradually. "For this once you will be forgiven the delay and irregularity," their commandant addresses them, "but tomorrow I expect prompt obedience, cleanliness, washed faces, combed hair, brushed uniforms, and polished buttons. If not, I shall be all here, and act as valet to you." Opposite the recruits are drawn up older soldiers, belonging to the depot, either regular duty men, or such as are awaiting there a discharge. They are all weather-beaten fellows, on whose countenances vulgar passions and heavy exertion have traced deep furrows. The captain turns to them, and one of their sergeants hands him the previous day's report, which he hastily runs through.

"Monkebach," he says, hi a distinct voice, "detected, while trying, when in a state of intoxication, to smuggle a bottle of spirits into barracks — Monkebach." The man thus summoned—a tall, thin fellow, with dissipated features—advances, from the ranks. Round the corners of his mouth quivers an expression of terror and desperate defiance. "For a long time past," the captain addresses him, "you have been placed in the second class. You have been punished by the severest imprisonment. You. have repeatedly received tive, ten, fifteen, twenty-five, and fifty lashes. There is no curing you. Fifty lashes are your sentence. Have you anything to say in your defence?" The culprit has nothing to say, and holds his tongue. A bench is brought up, and he lays himself of his own accord upon it on his chest, holding on to the other end with both hands. A blanket is thrown over him, and pulled tight by two corporals. Two other corporals step forward with bamboo-canes of the thickness of a finger, and station themselves one on either side. The recruits who arrived on the previous day open then- eyes to the fullest extent, breathe heavily, and hardly dare to ex

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