mother of Louis Napoleon). The brut 1-Iconsul said, Mdlle. Fignour is a brave coi soldier,” and insisted upon her taking a ‘ drink” and touching glasses with him. Years afterwards the poor old woman used to say : When these recollections come to my mind, my blood boiKJn my veins.I feel six feet high. And tnTHT*!1 'ftsk-'rnv-self if of a truth it was to me, a poor old woman, living in an alms-house, that such -thing happened. I ask myself if it be not all a dream. I have come now to think of nothing but Napoleon, his fall and his terrible death. I feel my heart contract, and tears flow down my old and wrinkled face.” She was present in the Italian campaigns—she was attached to the army of the Eastern. Pyrenese—she made several campaigns in Germany and in Spain.She was made prisoner in July, 1812, by the guerillas of the Cure Merino, and was carried to England, where she remained aprisoner until the ppace of 1814. She had, in the course of her eventful cureer, four horses killed under her, and she had received many wouryls ; among others, an English ball entered her left breast at the siege of Toulon, and four balls lodged inher at the battle of Savigliano.... °