The Emperor was much moved on learning of the death of the marshal, and remained some time silent with bent head, and eyes fastened on the ground.  At last he said, “He has died like Turenne; his fate is to be envied.”  He then passed his hand over his eyes and withdrew.

The body of the marshal was embalmed and carried to Paris, and the Emperor wrote the following letter to the Duchess of Istria: 

   “My cousin,—­

Your husband has died on the field of honor.  The loss sustained by you and your children is doubtless great, but mine is greater still.  The Duke of Istria has died a most glorious death, and without suffering.  He leaves a stainless reputation, the richest heritage he could have left his children.  My protection is assured, and they will also inherit the affection I bore their father.  Find in all these considerations some source of consolation in your distress, and never doubt my sentiments towards you.

This letter having no other object, I pray that God, my cousin, may
have you in his holy keeping.

“Napoleon.”

The King of Saxony reared a monument to the Duke of Istria on the exact spot where he fell.  The victory so long disputed in this battle of Lutzen was on that account only the more glorious for the Emperor, and was gained principally by the young conscripts, who fought like lions.  Marshal Ney expected this of them; for before the battle he said to his Majesty, “Sire, give me a good many of those young men, I will lead them wherever I wish.  The old bearded fellows know as much as we, they reflect, they are too cold blooded; but these intrepid children know no difficulties, they look straight before them, and neither to the right nor left.”

In fact, in the midst of the battle, the Prussians, commanded by the king in person, attacked the corps of Marshal Ney with such fury that it fell back, but the conscripts did not take flight.  They withstood the fire, rallied by platoons, and flanked the enemy, crying with all their might, “Vive l’Empereur.”  The Emperor appeared; and recovering from the terrible shock they had sustained, and electrified by the presence of their hero, they attacked in their turn with incredible violence.  His Majesty was astonished.  “In the twenty years,” said he, “I have commanded French armies I have never witnessed such remarkable bravery and devotion.”

It was indeed a touching sight to see those youthful soldiers, although grievously wounded, some without an arm, some without a leg, with but a few moments of life remaining, making a last effort, as the Emperor approached, to rise from the ground, and shout with their latest breath, “Vive l’Empereur.”  Tears fill my eyes as I think of those youths, so brilliant, so strong, and so courageous.

The enemy displayed the same bravery and enthusiasm.  The light infantry of the Prussian guard were almost all young men who saw fire for the first time; they exposed themselves to every hazard, and fell by hundreds before they would recoil a step.