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Roundabout Papersing sore pressed by an English bombard, rather thanyield the crew of his ship to mercy, determined to godown with all on board of her: and to the cry of Vive laRepub—or, I would say, of Notre Dame a la Rescousse,he and his crew all sank to an immortal grave—”“Sir,” said I, looking with amazement at the old gentleman,“surely, surely, there is some mistake in your statement.Permit me to observe that the action of the firstof June took place five hundred years after your time,and—”“Perhaps I am confusing my dates,” said the old gentleman,with a faint blush. “You say I am mixing up thetransactions of my time on earth with the story of mysuccessors? It may be so. We take no count of a fewcenturies more or less in our dwelling by the darklingStygian river. Of late, there came amongst us a goodknight, Messire de Cambronne, who fought against youEnglish in the country of Flanders, being captain of theguard of my Lord the King of France, in a famous battlewhere you English would have been utterly routed butfor the succor of the Prussian heathen. This Messire deCambronne, when bidden to yield by you of England,answered this, ‘The guard dies but never surrenders;’and fought a long time afterwards, as became a goodknight. In our wars with you of England it may havepleased the Fates to give you the greater success, buton our side, also, there has been no lack of brave deedsperformed by brave men.”“King Edward may have been the victor, sir, as beingthe strongest, but you are the hero of the siege of Calais!”cried Mr. Sterne. “Your story is sacred, and your namehas been blessed for five hundred years. Wherever menspeak of patriotism and sacrifice, Eustace of Saint Pierreshall be beloved and remembered. I prostrate myselfbefore the bare feet which stood before King Edward.What collar of chivalry is to be compared to that gloriousorder which you wear? Think, sir, how out of themyriad millions of our race, you, and some few more,stand forth as exemplars of duty and honor. Fortunatinimium!”“Sir,” said the old gentleman, “I did but my duty at apainful moment; and ’tis matter of wonder to me that270