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"I can get an introduction to the Chef de bureau of the information department of the Ministere de la Guerre in Paris," I replied after a moment's reflection. "He will be able to tell me whether Captain Vauvenarde is alive or dead." "He is alive. He must be." "Very well. But I doubt whether Captain Vauvenarde keeps the office informed of his movements."
This was a valuable mine for a historiographer to explore; and, indeed, it is well known that the Memoirs of Turenne and of Conde, the History of the war of 1741, and part of the fragments of the Essay on the Manners and History of Nations, by Voltaire, were compiled and digested from the original letters and memoirs preserved in the Depot de la guerre.
There are few cases in the long list of French causes célèbres more remarkable than that of the alleged Martin Guerre. This individual, who was more greatly distinguished by his adventures than by his virtues, was a Biscayan, and at the very juvenile age of eleven was married to a girl called Bertrande de Rols.
"Let the tree lie even where it fell," replied the other, looking on the body for an instant, and then mounting his horse with the greatest composure; "some one will cover it with decent earth in the morning: let us forward, my young friend." De Guerre signified his consent, and walked, closely followed by Robin, at the stranger's side.
Jean d'Acre; he was proud of it, and had devised a ruse de guerre by taking advantage of a momentary weakness to wrest from the French their valuable conquest. With this view, he had disposed the grand vizier to listen to the overtures of Kléber.
They stunned him for a moment, and then presently, as if in defiance of his own thoughts, he began to sing softly: "Malbrouk s'en va t'en guerre." Suddenly, in one confused moment, he was seized, and a hand was clapped over his mouth. Three French soldiers had him in their grip-stalwart fellows they were, of the Regiment of Bearn.
It is difficult to conceive, indeed, of a more felicitous arrangement for a monarch devoted to his ease, and proof against all temptations to military glory, or for a people wedded to peaceful pursuits, and ambitious only of material prosperity. But no such fascinating substitute for fields of carnage is available in our degenerate days, "C'est charmant, mais ce n'est pas la guerre."
Vivie got up and brought her mother in. "Now you shall tell me everything is it not so? Better to be quite frank. À la guerre comme
It knows bread well enough by name in England, and frequently bread in England only by its name, but the truth is, that the mighty we, with all its pretension, is in general a very sorry creature, who, instead of saying nous disons, should rather say nous dis: Porny in his "Guerre des Dieux," very profanely makes the three in one say, Je faisons; now, Lavengro, who is anything but profane, would suggest that critics, especially magazine and Sunday newspaper critics, should commence with nous dis, as the first word would be significant of the conceit and assumption of the critic, and the second of the extent of the critic's information.
Anxious to again behold his wife and child, his other relations and the land of his adoption, he returned to Artigues, where he was immediately recognised by everyone, including the identical Pierre Guerre, his uncle, who now had the cruelty to disavow him. In fact, the latter had shown him special affection up to the day when Martin required an account of his stewardship.
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