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him lying on the field,—on that same spot.—With his left hand he was stopping the blood that flowed from a large wound. He had buried his right hand in the earth.—Fellow soldier, said he, I am told that the General has fallen an hour ago.—He is fallen, said I, and you—Well then! said he,—every brave soldier ought to follow his General.—He took his hand from the wound;—and in a few moments—he breathed his last—like a hero.

(Pretending rage.) Curs'd be that tongue!—May it be dumb for ever—Wretch! Are you come here, to be our father's executioner?—to murder him?—My father! Amelia! My dear father!

It was the last request of my dying friend.—Take this sword, said he, in a faultering voice,—carry it to my old father.—It is marked with the blood of his son.—Tell him, his malediction was my doom:—'twas that which made me rush on battle, and on death.—I die in despair.—The last word he uttered was,—Amelia.