usiasm--'yes, brave young man! to you and your victorious companions
in arms we owe the happiness of this moment. We are restored!'

'Yes! restored! restored!' echoed the old gentleman, throwing open the
window, and shouting as though he would have burst a blood-vessel; while
the mob without, catching up the cry, yelled it louder than ever.

'These people must be all deranged,' thought I, unable to conjecture
at the moment the reasons for such extravagant joy. Meanwhile, the room
became crowded with townspeople in holiday costume, all wearing the
white cockade, and exchanging with one another the warmest felicitations
at the happy event.

I now soon learned that the Allies were in the possession of Paris, that
Napoleon had abdicated, and the immediate return of Louis xviii. was
already decided upon. The trumpets of a cavalry regiment on the march
were soon added to the uproar without, accompanied by cries of
'The English! The brave English!' I rushed to the door, and to my
astonishment beheld above the heads of the crowd the tall caps of a
British dragoon regiment towering aloft. Their band struck up as they
approached; and what a sensation did my heart experience as I heard the
well-remembered air of 'Garryowen' resound through the little streets of
a French village!

'An Irish regiment!' said I, half aloud.

The word was caught by a bystander, who immediately communicated it to
the crowd, adding, by way of explanation, 'Les Irlandois! oui, ces sont
les Cossaques d'Angleterre.'

I could not help laughing at the interpretation, when suddenly my own
name was called out loudly by some person from the ranks. I started
at the sound, and forcing my way through the crowd I looked eagerly on
every side, my heart beating with anxiety lest some deception might have
misled me.

'Hinton! Jack Hinton!' cried the voice again. At the head of the
regiment rode three officers, whose looks were bent steadily on me,
while they seemed to enjoy my surprise and confusion. The oldest of the
party, who rode between the two others, was a large swarthy-looking man,
with a long drooping moustache, at that time rarely worn by officers of
our army. His left arm he wore in a sling; but his right was held in a
certain easy, jaunty manner I could not soon forget. A burst of laughter
broke from him at length, as he called out--' Come, Jack, you must
remember me!' 'What!' cried I,' O'Grady! Is it possible?' 'Even so, my
boy,' said he, as throwi