"Yes,  we  are  all  right  here — I  know  his
helmet,  this  is  it,"  said  the  dragoon,  "so
here  we  must  leave  you.  You'll  tell  the
good  father  it  was  two  troopers  of  the
Fourth  who  carried  him  hither,  won't  ye  ?
Ay,  and  say  Auguste  Prevot  was  one  of
them — he'll  know  the  name  ;  he  nursed  me
in  a  fever  I  had  in  Italy."

"I  wish'  he  were  able  to  give  me  his
blessing  again,"  said  the  other  ;  "  I  had  it
before  that  affair  at  Brescia,  and  there  were
four  of  my  comrades  killed  about  me,  and
never  a  shot  touched  me.  But  good-night,
comrade,  good-night."  And  so  saying,
having 'left  the  father  at  his  length  upon  a
couch,  they  made  their  military  salute  and
departed.
A  rude-looking  flasron  of  beer  which  stood
on  the  table  was  the  only  thing  I  could  dis-
cover in  the  chamber,  save  a  canvas  bag  of
tobacco  and  some  pipes.  1  filled  a  goblet
with  the  liquor  and  placed  it  to  the  priest's
lips:  he  swallowed  a  little  of  it,  and  then
opening  his  eyes,  slowly  looked  around  him,
while  he  murmured  to  my  question  a  faint
sound  of  "  Better — much  better.'-'  I  knew
enough  of  such  matters  to  be  aware  that
perfect  rest  and  repose  were  the  greatest
aids  to  his  recovery,  and  so,  replenishing
the  fire,  I  threw  myself  down  on  the  large
dragoon  cloak  which  lay  on  the  floor,  and
prepared  to  pass  the  night  where  I  was.
