It is not to our purpose to follow the victorious steps of Suwarrow through the campaigns in which he was engaged; they are now a part of history, and won for him that military glory after which his heart panted from his early boyhood.  Decoration after decoration, honor after honor:  title after title, marked the high estimation in which the services of this intrepid soldier were held by his sovereign; and never did ruler dispense favors with a more munificent hand than Catharine.  What most attracted us, and from which we most wished to make a selection, were those characteristic traits which brought us in a manner personally acquainted with Suwarrow.  In person Suwarrow was unlike what the imagination would picture.  He was but five feet one inch in height, and of a fragile form; his mouth was large, and his features plain; but his countenance was full of fire, vivacity, and penetration.  When he was moved, it became severe, commanding, and even terrible; but this seldom happened, and never without some powerful cause.  His brow was much wrinkled, but as it seemed to be so from deep thinking it gave still greater expression to his face.  Though of a form which appeared delicate and feeble, no one could endure greater fatigue.  This may be attributed to his active and temperate habits, and to the wonderful energy of his mind.  He was most certainly able to use more exertion and undergo more hardship and toil than most people of a robust frame.  The spirit “which burned within him” was indeed equal to any effort.  The only weak point in his character was the horror which he had of being reminded in any way of his age as he advanced in life:  he most carefully avoided everything which could make him think of it.  All the looking-glasses in his house were either removed or so completely covered that he could not catch even a transient glimpse of his face or person.  He often joked about his personal appearance, but said that he had all his life avoided looking at himself in the glass, solely that he might not perceive the change which years bring, and which might perhaps make him suppose himself growing too old for military pursuits.  Be this as it may, he never would look near a mirror.  If he happened to go into a room where there was one, the very moment he perceived it he shut his eyes, made all manner of odd faces, and ran by it at his utmost speed out of the room.  When a chair chanced to be in his way he jumped over it, to show that he retained his activity; and for the same reason he always ran in and out of the room.  It was but seldom that he was seen to move at a slower pace.  When in the company of strangers he even quickened the speed of his motions, and exhibited the most droll antics to impress upon their minds that he was still equal to take the field.  It was the custom to rise early—­never later at any time of the year than four o’clock, and often even at midnight—­to the end of his life.  As soon as he rose he was well drenched