Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1846-09-24

The members are all dressed up in diplO-
matte coats, and presents TO an American
the appearance of an assembly of military
officers. The Senate had not commenced
as took my place, and the Peers were
slowly dropping in one after another, and
taking their respective seats. There was
the Duke de Br oglie, Guizot, and others,
and las, of all. in came old Marshal Sout.
He looks like an old warrior, with his
dark features, clear eye, and stern express
sion. He is about the middle size,
though stout, with bald spot on the top
Of his head. His pantaloons were very
full, made so, evidently to conceal -,
bow legs. 1t was useless exposes D,
however, for the Marshal's lower x,u, /
tiles form a perfect parenihesis VA.
nothing but petticoats can ever conceal.
AS he stood moment, and cast his eyes
over the Chamber, thought could de-
lect in his cool, and quiet glance, and
self-possessed bearing, the stern old war.
rior that has stood the shock of so many
battle fields. As he limped along to his
seat my mind Involuntary ran over some
Of the important events of his history.
Born Of humble parents, entering the
army as private soldier. musket in hand
he rose TO be Marshal of the Empire,
Duke of Dalmats, and peer of France.
He early exhibited his wonder(ool cool
ness in the hour Of danger.
AT the battle of Fleurus, General Mar
ceau commanding the right wing under
Lefebvre. was routed and forced to fall
back. In his agony he sent TO Soult for
four battalions, that he might regain his
lost position:
Soult refused.
Give them to me- exclaimed the in
dignant and mortified Marceau, 'or | will
blow my brains out
Soult coolly replied. that to do it would
endanger the whole division. Being then
mere abide camp, and unknown, his
refusal astonished Marceau, who asked
in rage:
Who are your
whoever am replied the impertur-
able soldier, Il am calm, which you are
moi; do not kill yourself, blu, lead on your
men to the charge, and you shall have
the four ba,,alions as soon as we can
spare them.'
His advance had scarcely been given,
before the enemy were upon them and
side by side. these two men ragged through
the battle like lions. After the battle W as
over, Marceau held his hand to Soult,
saying
Colonel, forgive the past. you haze
this day given me a lesson which | shall
never forget. You have, in fact gained
the battle
This is a 6ne illustration of Soult's
character.-Cool. collected. and self reli.
ant, the tumult of battle and the chaos OF
defeat never disturbed his perceptions or
confused his judgment A. Auslerl,z
he did the same thing TO Napoleon. AS
Bonaparte gave him the command Of the
centre that day. he simply said
CAS- for you Soult. have only TO say,
act as you always do
In the heat and terror Of battle, an aid
de camp burst in head long gallop into
the presence of Sonlt, bearing orders that
he should Immediately carry the heigh,
of Pra,zen.
/ will obey the Emperor's orders as
soon as can, replied the chieflain, but
this is not proper time
Bonaparte was in perfect fury a. hi,
answer, and sent another aid de-camp
with peremptory orders, but before he
could deliver them, the proper time,' had
arrived, and the awful column of Soul
was in motion. and the next moment his
head was enveloped in the smoke of can
non. and in few minutes after, torn and
mangled. appeared upon the crest of the
bill, where it struggled two hours fol
victory. and won it. Soult had delayed
his charge because the enemy were ex.
tending their lines, and thus weakening
their centre. Bonapar,e saw at once the
reason Of his delay, and struck with ad.
miration at his behavior, soon after rod.
up to him, and in the presence Of the
whole staff exclaimed
Marshal, accoun, you the ablest tao
tcian in the empire.
1t was Soult's cannon that Numbered
over the grave of Sir John Moore, wht
fell at Corunna, and the noble hearted
Marshal inscribed memorial to his brave
opponent on the spot. He was in TIL
carnage of Waterloo, and there, on tina
wild field saw the star of Bonsparte sc
forever.
AS he slowly limped to his seat,
could not gaze upon him without feeling
of the deepest interest.-On what wil'
scenes that dark eye had looked, and il
wha! fierce fights that now aged form hat
moved. The memories of such maj
must be terrible, and what fearful scenes
lie between him and his youth! A word
an aIusion to the victorious Bonapar,e-
the standards taken from the enemy, an
now dropping over the presidents hea
the picture on the walls, must frequen,
" recall to him those fierce battle fields
and forge,ful Of the business that is pass
, ing around hm--on his aged ear will
come the roar Of battle, on his fashin
eye the shock Of armies--the wild reirea
; the rout and victory. Among the las
remaining props of Napoleon's empire h
too is fast crumblng away. He has es
capped the sword of battle, but he cannc
escape the hand of Time. -Headley.
Darn'em. said Jonathan, at the BATH