Charles O'Neil, The Military Adventures of Charles O'Neil
“ A few months later, and the remnant of that scattered army, in rags, wan and ghastly, [218] staggered, like a band of spectres, over that same river. No human might had struck them down; but the ice of winter and the deep snows of the north, which the fur-clad Russian glories in, had been the signal of death to the light-hearted child of vine-clad France. He who had left France at the head of such glorious armies had returned to his capital alone with his own brave heart and iron courage, to find there that the arms and gold of the allies had done their work. ”
