The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-08-15

rah - replied the Frenchman. "Who the
devil Is this croqtienaitotRe !" exclaimed De
Failly. chGsseUr q pied loaded his carbine,
levelled, and fired. Down went crOQSIe1pitdiae
and in five minutes the position was carried.
Frossard.
General frossard, who commands another
corps, is best known as the Prince Imperial's
tutor but he is said to be strategst of the first
order. He is man In years, cool, calm, and
appears better calculated for the defense than
the attack. He has not been in command for a
long time. General Frossard used TO explain
the wars of the empire TO his august pupil. He
set up little leaden soldiers in position on the
map of Europe, and the Prince would knock
them over with bread pellets shot out of his
little wooden cannon. The General used to ex-
plain Waterloo, and make the French army
retreat, but the Prince would get angry. mo
no! / won't have it," And then he would range
his batteries, and would sweep down English
and Prnssian, Bucher and Wellington spite of
all his teachers remOnstrances
Mac MahOn.
The man for the soldiers is MacMahon. He
is Of royal Irish descent. Two years ago
deputation of Fenians waited on him with the
offer OF the Irish crown, and TO ask him to take
command of the Irish levy en- masse, but the
Marshal could not accept the fattering propo-
sal. He is a man of the simplest manners, very
gentle and very kind. Even his enemies love
him; even the people, more difficult still. All
Italy remembers his entry into Milan. When he
came to the Arch OF Triumph, erected near the
city gates, a charming little girl OF the people,
three or four years old, is sent forward from the
crowd to present him a great bouquet of roses.
The Marshal bends down and takes the little
one up in his arms and kisses her. ~ would
like to stay with you said the child. "Ihen
so you shall, said the great soldier; and he
made his entry into Milan with her before him
on the pommel of his saddle, her pretty face all
beaming with delight and waving her bouquet
Of roses to the crowds. MaCMahOu has made q
success in this way. When the grand army re-
turned 10 Paris after the Italian campaign,
MacMahon, of all the marshals, was observed
to keep his campaign uniform. 1t might have
been simplicity, it might have been coQuetry;
whether or no, he was smotbered with wrea.hs
and flowers. His servants could not carry them
away. MacMahon gained his renown in the
Crimea at the same time as Bosquet He saved
the day at Magenta. His governorship Of Al
geria was not a success
Bazaine.
l. j saws Marshal Bazaine. He is Of medium
height, fair, little inclined to be fat-a mar
shall ought to be little fat; he has gay cheerful
manners. When ] saw him he was in plain
clothes and wore a little round silk soft hat
nothing elegant about it. His two nephews were
with him, lieutenant and sublieutenant. His
chief of staff is Colonel Boyer, one OF the most
distinguished officers IN the army. The Marshal
appeared jovial and kept rubbing his hands
together as If with satisfaction. There was a
something about him that caused the idea OF
victory. Colonel Boyer is a collector of coleOp-
terra (beetles). He has gathered them in Algeria,
Mexico, the Crimea, in Asia. l knew him ia
Syria, and recolect seeing him march at the
head of q column with eight or ten fine speci-
mems that he had stuck on his holsters. Officers
are often collectors of specimens. There was
one man in Italy who caught butterflies.
At Solferino this man was at his post along
with his company, and skirmishing against the
Austrians. All of sudden, few yards ahead,
he saw q superb rare sphinx sailing about from
flower to flower amid the smoke and tumult.
The officer hesitated, then sprang forward,
toragiDg cap in hand, uncovered, ahead Of his
men, swung his cap round, brought it down on
the specimen gave cry of joy-then sprang
into the air with ball through his heart. and
fell dead. His last words were, II have him. ~
All your collectors are heroic. I knew poor
devil that lived in garret up six pairs Of stairs
and died of sheer cold and starvation one win
ter's night, without fire or food. Opening box
we found q collection OF precious antique medals
worth $4,000 francs.
Paiiku0.
NJ. Cousin de Montauban, Count OF Palil1ao,
was wonderful man among the Chinese. He
is tall; not quite portly his colleagues. He
wears a moustache and imperial. He has q
small, fine eye, thin hair, and o wen-preserved
air. saw him on his arrival at Metz, walking
on the ramparts, in a gray jacket and colored
| cravat. From behind he would be taken for a
! youpe man. He is considered daring. Ia
| China, one time, soon after his Decentralization,
| he was surrounded by huge crowd of Tartar
| soldiery. He threw himself among them, fol-
! lowed by his four aids, armed only with his
riding switch, and, striking right and left, cut
/ his way through. He too, is a collector, and
brought back a magnificent assortment OF Chi
nese objects.
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