“Faix, and ’tis thrue for you, Colonel dear,” cried another voice, with which I was even more familiar; ’twas that of my honest and gallant2 Lanty Clancy, who was blubbering at my bedside overjoyed at his master’s recovery.
“O musha, Masther Phil agrah! but this will be the great day intirely, when I send off the news, which I would, barrin’ I can’t write, to the lady your mother and your sisters at Castle Fogarty; and ’tis his Riv’rence Father Luke will jump for joy thin, when he reads the letther! Six weeks ravin’ and roarin’ as bould as a lion, and as mad as Mick Malony’s pig, that mistuck Mick’s wig3 for a cabbage, and died of atin’ it!”
“And have I then lost my senses?” I exclaimed feebly.
“Sure, didn’t ye call me your beautiful Donna Anna only yesterday, and catch hould of me whiskers as if they were the Signora’s jet-black ringlets?” Lanty cried.
At this moment, and blushing deeply, the most beautiful young creature I ever set my eyes upon, rose from a chair at the foot of the bed, and sailed out of the room.
“Confusion, you blundering rogue,” I cried; “who is that lovely lady whom you frightened away by your impertinence? Donna Anna? Where am I?”
“You are in good hands, Philip,” said the Colonel; “you are at my house in the Place Vendome, at Paris, of which I am the military Governor. You and Lanty were knocked down by the wind of the cannon4-ball at Burgos. Do not be ashamed: ’twas the Emperor pointed5 the gun;” and the Colonel took off his hat as he mentioned the name darling to France. “When our troops returned from the sally in which your gallant storming party was driven back, you were found on the glacis, and I had you brought into the City. Your reason had left you, however, when you returned to life; but, unwilling6 to desert the son of my old friend, Philip Fogarty, who saved my life in ‘98, I brought you in my carriage to Paris.”
“And many’s the time you tried to jump out of the windy, Masther Phil,” said Clancy.
“Brought you to Paris,” resumed the Colonel, smiling; “where, by the soins of my friends Broussais, Esquirol, and Baron7 Larrey, you have been restored to health, thank heaven!”
“And that lovely angel who quitted the apartment?” I cried.
“That lovely angel is the Lady Blanche Sarsfield, my ward8, a descendant of the gallant Lucan, and who may be, when she chooses, Madame la Marechale de Cambaceres, Duchess of Illyria.”
“Why did you deliver the ruffian when he was in my grasp?” I cried.
“Why did Lanty deliver you when in mine?” the Colonel replied. “C’est la fortune de la guerre, mon garcon; but calm yourself, and take this potion which Blanche has prepared for you.”
I drank the tisane eagerly when I heard whose fair hands had compounded it, and its effects were speedily beneficial to me, for I sank into a cool and refreshing9 slumber10.
From that day I began to mend rapidly, with all the elasticity11 of youth’s happy time. Blanche — the enchanting12 Blanche — ministered henceforth to me, for I would take no medicine but from her lily hand. And what were the effects? ‘Faith, ere a month was past, the patient was over head and ears in love with the doctor; and as for Baron Larrey, and Broussais, and Esquirol, they were sent to the right-about. In a short time I was in a situation to do justice to the gigot aux navets, the boeuf aux cornichons, and the other delicious entremets of the Marquis’s board, with an appetite that astonished some of the Frenchmen who frequented it.
“Wait till he’s quite well, Miss,” said Lanty, who waited always behind me. “‘Faith! when he’s in health, I’d back him to ate a cow, barrin’ the horns and teel.” I sent a decanter at the rogue’s head, by way of answer to his impertinence.
Although the disgusting Cambaceres did his best to have my parole withdrawn14 from me, and to cause me to be sent to the English depot16 of prisoners at Verdun, the Marquis’s interest with the Emperor prevailed, and I was allowed to remain at Paris, the happiest of prisoners, at the Colonel’s hotel at the Place Vendome. I here had the opportunity (an opportunity not lost, I flatter myself, on a young fellow with the accomplishments18 of Philip Fogarty, Esq.) of mixing with the elite19 of French society, and meeting with many of the great, the beautiful, and the brave. Talleyrand was a frequent guest of the Marquis’s. His bon-mots used to keep the table in a roar. Ney frequently took his chop with us; Murat, when in town, constantly dropt in for a cup of tea and friendly round game. Alas20! who would have thought those two gallant heads would be so soon laid low? My wife has a pair of earrings21 which the latter, who always wore them, presented to her — but we are advancing matters. Anybody could see, “avec un demioeil,” as the Prince of Benevento remarked, how affairs went between me and Blanche; but though she loathed22 him for his cruelties and the odiousness24 of his person, the brutal25 Cambaceres still pursued his designs upon her.
I recollect26 it was on St. Patrick’s Day. My lovely friend had procured27, from the gardens of the Empress Josephine, at Malmaison (whom we loved a thousand times more than her Austrian successor, a sandy-haired woman, between ourselves, with an odious23 squint), a quantity of shamrock wherewith to garnish29 the hotel, and all the Irish in Paris were invited to the national festival.
I and Prince Talleyrand danced a double hornpipe with Pauline Bonaparte and Madame de Stael; Marshal Soult went down a couple of sets with Madame Recamier; and Robespierre’s widow — an excellent, gentle creature, quite unlike her husband — stood up with the Austrian ambassador. Besides, the famous artists Baron Gros, David and Nicholas Poussin, and Canova, who was in town making a statue of the Emperor for Leo X., and, in a word, all the celebrities30 of Paris — as my gifted countrywoman, the wild Irish girl, calls them — were assembled in the Marquis’s elegant receiving-rooms.
At last a great outcry was raised for La Gigue Irlandaise! La Gigue Irlandaise! a dance which had made a fureur amongst the Parisians ever since the lovely Blanche Sarsfield had danced it. She stepped forward and took me for a partner, and amidst the bravoes of the crowd, in which stood Ney, Murat, Lannes, the Prince of Wagram, and the Austrian ambassador, we showed to the beau monde of the French capital, I flatter myself, a not unfavorable specimen31 of the dance of our country.
As I was cutting the double-shuffle, and toe-and-heeling it in the “rail” style, Blanche danced up to me, smiling, and said, “Be on your guard; I see Cambaceres talking to Fouche, the Duke of Otranto, about us; and when Otranto turns his eyes upon a man, they bode32 him no good.”
“Cambaceres is jealous,” said I. “I have it,” says she; “I’ll make him dance a turn with me.” So, presently, as the music was going like mad all this time, I pretended fatigue33 from my late wounds, and sat down. The lovely Blanche went up smiling, and brought out Cambaceres as a second partner.
The Marshal is a lusty man, who makes desperate efforts to give himself a waist, and the effect of the exercise upon him was speedily visible. He puffed34 and snorted like a walrus35, drops trickled36 down his purple face, while my lovely mischief37 of a Blanche went on dancing at treble quick, till she fairly danced him down.
“Who’ll take the flure with me?” said the charming girl, animated38 by the sport.
“Faix, den28, ’tis I, Lanty Clancy!” cried my rascal39, who had been mad with excitement at the scene; and, stepping in with a whoop40 and a hurroo, he began to dance with such rapidity as made all present stare.
As the couple were footing it, there was a noise as of a rapid cavalcade41 traversing the Place Vendome, and stopping at the Marquis’s door. A crowd appeared to mount the stair; the great doors of the reception-room were flung open, and two pages announced their Majesties42 the Emperor and the Empress. So engaged were Lanty and Blanche, that they never heard the tumult43 occasioned by the august approach.
It was indeed the Emperor, who, returning from the Theatre Francais, and seeing the Marquis’s windows lighted up, proposed to the Empress to drop in on the party. He made signs to the musicians to continue: and the conqueror44 of Marengo and Friedland watched with interest the simple evolutions of two happy Irish people. Even the Empress smiled and, seeing this, all the courtiers, including Naples and Talleyrand, were delighted.
“Is not this a great day for Ireland?” said the Marquis, with a tear trickling45 down his noble face. “O Ireland! O my country! But no more of that. Go up, Phil, you divvle, and offer her Majesty46 the choice of punch or negus.”
Among the young fellows with whom I was most intimate in Paris was Eugene Beauharnais, the son of the ill-used and unhappy Josephine by her former marriage with a French gentleman of good family. Having a smack47 of the old blood in him, Eugene’s manners were much more refined than those of the new-fangled dignitaries of the Emperor’s Court, where (for my knife and fork were regularly laid at the Tuileries) I have seen my poor friend Murat repeatedly mistake a fork for a toothpick, and the gallant Massena devour48 pease by means of his knife, in a way more innocent than graceful49. Talleyrand, Eugene, and I used often to laugh at these eccentricities50 of our brave friends; who certainly did not shine in the drawing-room, however brilliant they were in the field of battle. The Emperor always asked me to take wine with him, and was full of kindness and attention.
“I like Eugene,” he would say, pinching my ear confidentially51, as his way was —“I like Eugene to keep company with such young fellows as you; you have manners; you have principles; my rogues52 from the camp have none. And I like you, Philip my boy,” he added, “for being so attentive53 to my poor wife — the Empress Josephine, I mean.” All these honors made my friends at the Marquis’s very proud, and my enemies at Court crever with envy. Among these, the atrocious Cambaceres was not the least active and envenomed.
The cause of the many attentions which were paid to me, and which, like a vain coxcomb54, I had chosen to attribute to my own personal amiability55, soon was apparent. Having formed a good opinion of my gallantry from my conduct in various actions and forlorn hopes during the war, the Emperor was most anxious to attach me to his service. The Grand Cross of St. Louis, the title of Count, the command of a crack cavalry56 regiment57, the l4me Chevaux Marins, were the bribes58 that were actually offered to me; and must I say it? Blanche, the lovely, the perfidious59 Blanche, was one of the agents employed to tempt60 me to commit this act of treason.
“Object to enter a foreign service!” she said, in reply to my refusal. “It is you, Philip, who are in a foreign service. The Irish nation is in exile, and in the territories of its French allies. Irish traitors62 are not here; they march alone under the accursed flag of the Saxon, whom the great Napoleon would have swept from the face of the earth, but for the fatal valor63 of Irish mercenaries! Accept this offer, and my heart, my hand, my all are yours. Refuse it, Philip, and we part.”
“To wed17 the abominable64 Cambaceres!” I cried, stung with rage. “To wear a duchess’s coronet, Blanche! Ha, ha! Mushrooms, instead of strawberry-leaves, should decorate the brows of the upstart French nobility. I shall withdraw my parole. I demand to be sent to prison — to be exchanged — to die — anything rather than be a traitor61, and the tool of a traitress!” Taking up my hat, I left the room in a fury; and flinging open the door tumbled over Cambaceres, who was listening at the key-hole, and must have overheard every word of our conversation.
We tumbled over each other, as Blanche was shrieking66 with laughter at our mutual67 discomfiture68. Her scorn only made me more mad; and, having spurs on, I began digging them into Cambaceres’ fat sides as we rolled on the carpet, until the Marshal howled with rage and anger.
“This insult must be avenged69 with blood!” roared the Duke of Illyria.
“I have already drawn15 it,” says I, “with my spurs.”
“Malheur et malediction70!” roared the Marshal.
“Hadn’t you better settle your wig?” says I, offering it to him on the tip of my cane71, “and we’ll arrange time and place when you have put your jasey in order.” I shall never forget the look of revenge which he cast at me, as I was thus turning him into ridicule72 before his mistress.
“Lady Blanche,” I continued bitterly, “as you look to share the Duke’s coronet, hadn’t you better see to his wig?” and so saying, I cocked my hat, and walked out of the Marquis’s place, whistling “Garryowen.”
I knew my man would not be long in following me, and waited for him in the Place Vendome, where I luckily met Eugene too, who was looking at the picture-shop in the corner. I explained to him my affair in a twinkling. He at once agreed to go with me to the ground, and commended me, rather than otherwise, for refusing the offer which had been made to me. “I knew it would be so,” he said, kindly73; “I told my father you wouldn’t. A man with the blood of the Fogarties, Phil my boy, doesn’t wheel about like those fellows of yesterday.” So, when Cambaceres came out, which he did presently, with a more furious air than before, I handed him at once over to Eugene, who begged him to name a friend, and an early hour for the meeting to take place.
“Can you make it before eleven, Phil?” said Beauharnais. “The Emperor reviews the troops in the Bois de Boulogne at that hour, and we might fight there handy before the review.”
“Done!” said I. “I want of all things to see the newly-arrived Saxon cavalry manoeuvre74:” on which Cambaceres, giving me a look, as much as to say, “See sights! Watch cavalry manoeuvres! Make your soul, and take measure for a coffin75, my boy!” walked away, naming our mutual acquaintance, Marshal Ney, to Eugene, as his second in the business.
I had purchased from Murat a very fine Irish horse, Bugaboo, out of Smithereens, by Fadladeen, which ran into the French ranks at Salamanca, with poor Jack76 Clonakilty, of the 13th, dead, on the top of him. Bugaboo was too much and too ugly an animal for the King of Naples, who, though a showy horseman, was a bad rider across country; and I got the horse for a song. A wickeder and uglier brute77 never wore pig-skin; and I never put my leg over such a timber-jumper in my life. I rode the horse down to the Bois de Boulogne on the morning that the affair with Cambaceres was to come off, and Lanty held him as I went in, “sure to win,” as they say in the ring.
Cambaceres was known to be the best shot in the French army; but I, who am a pretty good hand at a snipe, thought a man was bigger, and that I could wing him if I had a mind. As soon as Ney gave the word, we both fired: I felt a whiz past my left ear, and putting up my hand there, found a large piece of my whiskers gone; whereas at the same moment, and shrieking a horrible malediction, my adversary78 reeled and fell.
“Mon Dieu, il est mort!” cried Ney.
“Pas de tout,” said Beauharnais. “Ecoute; il jure toujours.”
And such, indeed, was the fact: the supposed dead man lay on the ground cursing most frightfully. We went up to him: he was blind with the loss of blood, and my ball had carried off the bridge of his nose. He recovered; but he was always called the Prince of Ponterotto in the French army, afterwards. The surgeon in attendance having taken charge of this unfortunate warrior79, we rode off to the review where Ney and Eugene were on duty at the head of their respective divisions; and where, by the way, Cambaceres, as the French say, “se faisait desirer.”
It was arranged that Cambaceres’ division of six battalions80 and nine-and-twenty squadrons should execute a ricochet movement, supported by artillery81 in the intervals82, and converging83 by different epaulements on the light infantry84, that formed, as usual, the centre of the line. It was by this famous manoeuvre that at Arcola, at Montenotte, at Friedland, and subsequently at Mazagran, Suwaroff, Prince Charles, and General Castanos were defeated with such victorious85 slaughter86: but it is a movement which, I need not tell every military man, requires the greatest delicacy87 of execution, and which, if it fails, plunges88 an army into confusion.
“Where is the Duke of Illyria?” Napoleon asked. “At the head of his division, no doubt,” said Murat: at which Eugene, giving me an arch look, put his hand to his nose, and caused me almost to fall off my horse with laughter. Napoleon looked sternly at me; but at this moment the troops getting in motion, the celebrated89 manoeuvre began, and his Majesty’s attention was taken off from my impudence90.
Milhaud’s Dragoons, their bands playing “Vive Henri Quatre,” their cuirasses gleaming in the sunshine, moved upon their own centre from the left flank in the most brilliant order, while the Carbineers of Foy, and the Grenadiers of the Guard under Drouet d’Erlon, executed a carambolade on the right, with the precision which became those veteran troops; but the Chasseurs of the young guard, marching by twos instead of threes, bore consequently upon the Bavarian Uhlans (an ill-disciplined and ill-affected body), and then, falling back in disorder91, became entangled92 with the artillery and the left centre of the line, and in one instant thirty thousand men were in inextricable confusion.
“Clubbed, by Jabers!” roared out Lanty Clancy. “I wish we could show ’em the Fighting Onety-oneth, Captain darling.”
“Silence, fellow!” I exclaimed. I never saw the face of man express passion so vividly93 as now did the livid countenance94 of Napoleon. He tore off General Milhaud’s epaulettes, which he flung into Foy’s face. He glared about him wildly, like a demon95, and shouted hoarsely96 for the Duke of Illyria. “He is wounded, Sire,” said General Foy, wiping a tear from his eye, which was blackened by the force of the blow; “he was wounded an hour since in a duel97, Sire, by a young English prisoner, Monsieur de Fogarty.”
“Wounded! a marshal of France wounded! Where is the Englishman? Bring him out, and let a file of grenadiers —”
“Sire!” interposed Eugene.
“Let him be shot!” shrieked98 the Emperor, shaking his spyglass at me with the fury of a fiend.
This was too much. “Here goes!” said I, and rode slap at him.
There was a shriek65 of terror from the whole of the French army, and I should think at least forty thousand guns were levelled at me in an instant. But as the muskets99 were not loaded, and the cannon had only wadding in them, these facts, I presume, saved the life of Phil Fogarty from this discharge.
Knowing my horse, I put him at the Emperor’s head, and Bugaboo went at it like a shot. He was riding his famous white Arab, and turned quite pale as I came up and went over the horse and the Emperor, scarcely brushing the cockade which he wore.
“Bravo!” said Murat, bursting into enthusiasm at the leap.
“Cut him down!” said Sieyes, once an Abbe, but now a gigantic Cuirassier; and he made a pass at me with his sword. But he little knew an Irishman on an Irish horse. Bugaboo cleared Sieyes, and fetched the monster a slap with his near hind13 hoof100 which sent him reeling from his saddle — and away I went, with an army of a hundred and seventy-three thousand eight hundred men at my heels . . . .
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