e pity on me and do not alarm my soul, far in
any case we shall meet again in another country, and that one will always
be free and happy.

"I am, until death, your dutiful and grateful son,
"KARL SAND."

These two lines of Korner's were written as a postscript:--

"Perchance above our foeman lying dead
We may behold the star of liberty."

With this farewell to his parents, and with Korner's poems on his lips,
Sand gave up his books, and on the 10th of May we find him in arms among
the volunteer chasseurs enrolled under the command of Major Falkenhausen,
who was at that time at Mannheim; here he found his second brother, who
had preceded him, and they underwent all their drill together.

Though Sand was not accustomed to great bodily fatigues, he endured those
of the campaign with surprising strength, refusing all the alleviations
that his superiors tried to offer him; for he would allow no one to outdo
him in the trouble that he took for the good of the country. On the
march he invariably shared: anything that he possessed fraternally with
his comrades, helping those who were weaker than himself to carry their
burdens, and, at once priest and soldier, sustaining them by his words
when he was powerless to do anything more.

On the 18th of June, at eight o'clock in the evening, he arrived upon the
field of battle at Waterloo, On the 14th of July he entered Paris.

On the 18th of December, 1815, Karl Sand and his brother were back at
Wonsiedel, to the great joy of their family. He spent the Christmas
holidays and the end of the year with them, but his ardour for his new
vacation did not allow him to remain longer, and an the 7th of January he
reached Erlangen. Then, to make up for lost time, he resolved to subject
his day to fixed and uniform rules, and to write down every evening what
he had done since the morning. It is by the help of this journal that we
are able to follow the young enthusiast, not only in all the actions of
his life, but also in all the thoughts of his mind and all the
hesitations of his conscience. In it we find his whole self, simple to
naivete, enthusiastic to madness, gentle even to weakness towards others,
severe even to asceticism towards himself. One of his great griefs was
the expense that his education occasioned to his parents, and every
useless and costly pleasure left a remorse in his heart. Thus, on the
9th of February 1816, he wrote:--

"I meant to go and visit m