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Death Of The Great Marshal Turenne.
DEATH OF THE GREAT MARSHAL TURENNE .
( "From the Memoires de Monsieur de St . HH . urc , published in 1761 ) . )
\ ff DE BOZE had twice sent to Marshal Turenne , to desire him J- * - " - * to come to a particular post . Turenne replied to his second message , as if he had foreseen what was to happen , that he was determined to stay where he was , unless something very extraordinary should take place . De Boze sent a third time , by Count Hamilton , to represent to him the absolute necessity there was that he should
come in person to give his orders . Turenne directly mounted his horse , and in a gentle gallop reached a small valley , through which they took him , that he might be out of the reach of two small cannons that were continually firing . In his way , he perceived my father upon a height , to whom , as he had the honour of his confidence , he made up . The Marshal , when he had joined him , stopped short ,
and asked , where was that column of the enemy ' s troops , for which they had made him come thither ? My father was shewing it to him , when , unfortunately , both these small cannons fired . The ball of one of them , passing over the croupier of my father ' s horse , shot off his left arm , took off part of the neck of my father ' s horse , and struck M . de Turenne in his right side , who rode on a few paces , and then fell dead from his horse . Thus died that threat man , who never had his equal ; and I am
confident that all tue particulars relating to his death are strictly true . All those who have written about it had not the opportunity of beiiig acquainted with all the circumstances which I had . So shocking a sight affected me with such violent grief , that , even at this day , I find it more easy to renew my sensations , than to describe them . I knew not to which to fly first , whether to my General , or niFather . Naturehoweverdecided me . I threw myself into
y , , the arms of my father ; on which , as I was anxiously looking after those remains of life which I nearly despaired to find , he said these words to me ; words which the whole French nation thought so noble , that it compared the heart whicli had dictated them to any heart that had ever animated the breasts of the old and of the true Romans ; and I think they will not soon be forgotten : 'Alas ! my son !'
exclaimed he , ' it is not for me that you should weep ; it is for the death of that great man , ' pointing to the dead body of M . de Turenne . ' In all probability you are about to lose a father ; but your country and yourself will never again find a General like to him whom you have just lost . ' Having said these words , the tears fell from his eyes : lie then added , 'Alas ! poor Army ! what will become of you ? ' Then recovering himself , he said to me , ' Go , my
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Death Of The Great Marshal Turenne.
DEATH OF THE GREAT MARSHAL TURENNE .
( "From the Memoires de Monsieur de St . HH . urc , published in 1761 ) . )
\ ff DE BOZE had twice sent to Marshal Turenne , to desire him J- * - " - * to come to a particular post . Turenne replied to his second message , as if he had foreseen what was to happen , that he was determined to stay where he was , unless something very extraordinary should take place . De Boze sent a third time , by Count Hamilton , to represent to him the absolute necessity there was that he should
come in person to give his orders . Turenne directly mounted his horse , and in a gentle gallop reached a small valley , through which they took him , that he might be out of the reach of two small cannons that were continually firing . In his way , he perceived my father upon a height , to whom , as he had the honour of his confidence , he made up . The Marshal , when he had joined him , stopped short ,
and asked , where was that column of the enemy ' s troops , for which they had made him come thither ? My father was shewing it to him , when , unfortunately , both these small cannons fired . The ball of one of them , passing over the croupier of my father ' s horse , shot off his left arm , took off part of the neck of my father ' s horse , and struck M . de Turenne in his right side , who rode on a few paces , and then fell dead from his horse . Thus died that threat man , who never had his equal ; and I am
confident that all tue particulars relating to his death are strictly true . All those who have written about it had not the opportunity of beiiig acquainted with all the circumstances which I had . So shocking a sight affected me with such violent grief , that , even at this day , I find it more easy to renew my sensations , than to describe them . I knew not to which to fly first , whether to my General , or niFather . Naturehoweverdecided me . I threw myself into
y , , the arms of my father ; on which , as I was anxiously looking after those remains of life which I nearly despaired to find , he said these words to me ; words which the whole French nation thought so noble , that it compared the heart whicli had dictated them to any heart that had ever animated the breasts of the old and of the true Romans ; and I think they will not soon be forgotten : 'Alas ! my son !'
exclaimed he , ' it is not for me that you should weep ; it is for the death of that great man , ' pointing to the dead body of M . de Turenne . ' In all probability you are about to lose a father ; but your country and yourself will never again find a General like to him whom you have just lost . ' Having said these words , the tears fell from his eyes : lie then added , 'Alas ! poor Army ! what will become of you ? ' Then recovering himself , he said to me , ' Go , my