I cannot sufficiently extol the conduct of all those who fought. Among those who particularly distinguished themselves, and who were of the most assistance to me in rallying the forces for the advance, were citizens Buona Parte, commanding the artillery, and Aréna and Cervoni, adjutant-generals. DUGOMMIER, _General-in-Chief_. "Buona Parte," said Pichegru; "that must be the young Corsican to whom I was tutor, who showed such a marked talent for mathematics." "There is a family named Buonaparte in Ajaccio," said Abatucci, "whose head, Charles de Buonaparte, was aide in Paoli's camp; they are cousins, these Buonapartes." "The deuce," said Doumerc, "you are all cousins in Corsica." "If it is the Buonaparte I mean," said Pichegru, "he is a young man five feet one or two inches tall, with straight hair plastered down at the temples, who did not know a word of French when he came to Brienne; he was of a misanthropic solitary turn of mind, strongly opposed to the union of Corsica with France, and a great admirer of Paoli. In two or three years he learned all that Father Patrault--by the way, Charles, he was the protector of your friend Euloge Schneider--could teach." "Only," continued Abatucci, "they do not write the name as the 'Moniteur' has it, cut in two in the middle--it is simply Buonaparte." A loud noise was heard at this point of the conversation, and every one hastened to the window overlooking the Rue de Strasbourg. They were so near the enemy that they expected a surprise at every moment. They all seized their swords. Doumerc, who was nearer the window than the others, not only picked up his sword, but sprang out of the window, and rushed up the street to a turning where he could see the whole length of the road. But when he reached it, he shrugged his shoulders in token of disappointment, and returned to his companions with slow steps, and bent head. "What is it?" asked Pichegru. "Nothing, general, except the unfortunate Eisemberg and his staff on their way to the guillotine." "But," said Pichegru, "are they not going straight to the citadel? We have always been spared this sight hitherto." "That is true, general, but they have resolved to strike a blow this time that will send terror to the hearts of the soldiers. The execution of a general and his staff is such a good example for all the other generals and their staffs, that it has been judged advisable to have us all present at the spectacle." "But," hazarded Charles timidly, "those were not sounds of sorrow but bursts of laughter that I heard." A soldier coming from the same direction as the procession chanced to pass at this moment; the general recognized in him a man from the village of Arbois. He was a chasseur in the eighth regiment named Falou. The general called him by name. The chasseur stopped short, looked to see who had called him, turned on his heel, and saluted. "Come here," said the general.