Going into Paris a day or two after this disturbance to draw rations for the guard, I had to pass the Barrière de Clichy, and before entering the gates I perceived a crowd collected round a doorway in the street adjoining. Naturally anxious to know the cause, I mingled with the throng, and pushing to the centre perceived the dead body of a French gentleman stretched out on some straw, literally saturated in blood, and on inquiry, I was informed that he had been slain by a Cossack or Prussian officer some few minutes before. The deceased (who was a French Count) and the Cossack, it appeared, had quarrelled the night previous, and had decided on settling the matter the next morning by a meeting with pistols. It had been agreed by the seconds that the two principals should be placed back to back, and each measuring six of his own paces, should, as the distance was completed, turn round and fire. As soon, however, as the Count commenced his first pace, the Cossack turned round discharged his pistol into the back of his adversary’s head, and stretched him lifeless on the ground, exclaiming as he did it, “I have been shot at enough by your cursed countrymen, now for my turn.” The assassin and his second fearful, however, of the consequences fled instantly, and taking horse, rode off to their camp, but they were never discovered; although I was told that the Duke, when the circumstances were related to him, offered a reward for their apprehension. The unfortunate Count had been an officer in the French service, and to all appearance was a very smart young fellow.