MADAME—I have to-day won my greatest victory; butit has cost me the two halves of my heart, Desaix andRoland.Do not grieve, madame; your son did not care to live,and he could not have died more gloriously.BONAPARTE.
Many futile efforts were made to recover the body of the young aide-de-camp: like Romulus, he had vanished in a whirlwind.
None ever knew why he had pursued death with such eager longing.
THE END