whose lives they thus saved at the risk of their own." If in war they "imitate the action of the tiger," we have every reason to believe that in peace they are, to say the least, not less humane than others. The author of "Recollections of an Officer" [Footnote: _Souvenirs d'un Officier du 2me de Zouaves_. Paris, 1859.] sums up the character of the Zouaves in a few words which clear them from the other two charges, those of dissoluteness and drunkenness. He says,--"Beside the condition of success resulting from the first organization, it must be said, that, somewhat later, the happy idea came to be adopted, of giving to the Zouaves destined to fight in the light-armed troops the costume of _Chasseurs-à-pied_. The recruitment added also not a little to the reputation which the Zouaves so rapidly acquired; the soldiers are all drawn, not from conscripts, but from applicants for the service. Many are Parisians, or, at all events, inhabitants of the other great French cities; most have already served,--are therefore inured to the work,--accustomed to privations, which they undergo gayly,--to fatigues, at which they joke,--to dangers in battle, which they treat as mere play. They are proud of their uniform, which does not resemble that of any other corps,--proud of that name, _Zouave_, of mysterious origin,--proud of the splendid actions with which each succeeding day enriches the history of their troops,--happy in the liberty they experience, both in garrison and on expeditions. It is said that the Zouaves love wine; it is true; but they are rarely seen intoxicated; they seek the pleasures of conviviality, not the imbrutement of drunkenness. These regiments count in their ranks officers, who, _ennuied_ by a lazy life, have taken up the musket and the _chechia_,--under-officers, who, having already served, brave, even rash, seek to win their epaulettes anew in this hard service, and gain either a glorious position or a glorious death,--old officers of the _garde mobile_,--broad-shouldered marines, who have served their time on shipboard, accustomed to cannon and the thunderings of the tempest,--young men of family, desirous to replace with the red ribbon of the Legion of Honor, bought and colored with their blood, the dishonor of a life gaped wearily away on the pavements of Paris.