We left Paris at the end of September.  I will not enter into the details of this wonderful campaign, in which the Emperor in an incredibly short time crushed to pieces an army of one hundred and fifty thousand men, perfectly disciplined, full of enthusiasm and courage, and fighting in defense of their country.  In one of the first battles, the young Prince Louis of Prussia, brother of the king, was killed at the head of his troops by Guinde, quartermaster of the Tenth Hussars.  The prince fought hand to hand with this brave sub-officer, who said to him, “Surrender, Colonel, or you are a dead man,” to which Prince Louis replied only by a saber stroke, whereupon Guinde plunged his own into the body of his opponent, and he fell dead on the spot.

On this campaign, as the roads had become very rough from the continual passage of artillery, my carriage was one day upset, and one of the Emperor’s hats fell out of the door; but a regiment which happened to pass along the same road having recognized the hat from its peculiar shape, my carriage was immediately set up again, “For,” said these brave soldiers, “we cannot leave the first valet of the little corporal in trouble;” and the hat, after passing through many hands, was at last restored to me before my departure.

On the Emperor’s arrival at the plateau of Weimar, he arranged his army in line of battle, and bivouacked in the midst of his guard.  About two o’clock in the morning he arose and went on foot to examine the work on a road that was being cut in the rock for the transportation of artillery, and after remaining nearly an hour with the workmen, decided to take a look at the nearest advance posts before returning to his bivouac.

This round, which the Emperor insisted on making alone and with no escort, came near costing him his life.  The night was so dark that the sentinels of the camp could not see ten steps in front of them; and the first, hearing some one in the darkness approaching our line, called out “Qui vive?” and prepared to fire.  The Emperor being lost in thought, as he himself told me afterwards, did not notice the sentinel’s challenge, and made no reply until a ball, whistling by his ears, woke him from his reverie, when immediately perceiving his danger, he threw himself face downwards on the ground, which was a very wise precaution; for hardly had his Majesty placed himself in this position, than other balls passed over his head, the discharge of the first sentinel having been repeated by the whole line.  This first fire over, the Emperor rose, walked towards the nearest post, and made himself known.