ffect of the scene. Beyond us lay
Ulm,--silent as if untenanted: not a sentinel appeared on the walls; the
very flag had disappeared from the battlements. Our surprise was great
at this; but how was it increased as the rumor fled from mouth to
mouth,--"Ulm has capitulated; thirty-five thousand men have become
prisoners of war!"

Ere the first moments of wonder had ceased, the staff of the Emperor was
seen passing along the line, and finally taking up its station on the
hill, while the regimental bands burst forth into one crash the most
spirit-stirring and exciting. The proud notes swelled and filled the
air, as the sun, bursting forth with increased brilliancy, tipped every
helmet and banner, and displayed the mighty hosts in all the splendor
of their pageantry. Beneath the hill stretched a vast plain in the
direction of Neuburg; and here we at first supposed it was the Emperor's
intention to review the troops. But a very different scene was destined
to pass on that spot.

Suddenly a single gun boom, out; and as the lazy smoke moved heavily
along the earth, the gates of Ulm opened, and the head of an Austrian
column appeared. Not with beat of drum or colors flying did they
advance; but slow in step, with arms reversed, and their heads downcast,
they marched on towards the mound. Defiling beneath this, they moved
into the plain, and, corps by corps, piled their arms and resumed
their "route," the white line serpentining along the vast plain, and
stretching away into the dim distance. Never was a sight so sad as
this! All that war can present of suffering and bloodshed, all that the
battlefield can show of dead and dying, were nothing to the miserable
abasement of those thousands, who from daybreak till noon poured on
their unceasing tide!

On the hill beside the Emperor stood several officers in white uniform,
whose sad faces and suffering looks attested the misery of their hearts.
"Better a thousand deaths than such humiliation!" was the muttered cry
of every man about me; while in very sorrow at such a scene, the tears
coursed down the hardy cheeks of many a bronzed soldier, and some turned
away their heads, unable to behold the spectacle.

Seventy pieces of cannon, with a long train of ammunition wagons, and
four thousand cavalry horses, brought up the rear of this melancholy
procession,--the spoils of the capitulation of Ulm. Truly, if that day
were, as the imperial bulletin announced it, "one of the most glorio