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Blucher.-IIe was as brave as a lion, an adroit and ready tactician, and, as Bonaparte observed of the British soldiery, never knew when he was beaten. ssIlis jests,n says the Quarterly Review, s.frequently of a dcscrip- ton i'll calculated for chaste ears, extorted grim smiles from lips black with the cartridge, and sent laughter through the column, while grape shot was tearing it's ranks. When he checked his horse in the hottest eannonades to light his pipe at the limstock of the gunner, the piece was, probably, not the worse served. Towards the close of the campaign ill France, the infirmities of age at one moment almost induced him to contemplate the abandonment of his command, and to retire into the Meth erlands; but the spirit triumphed over the flesh, and, though unable to remain in the saddle fer the last attack on Montmartre, he gave his orders with ealmness and precision from carriage. His appearance on this oe- casion must have taxed the gravity of his staff; for, to protect his eyes, then in a state of violent inflammation, the grstly veteran had replaced his cooked hat by French lady's bonnet and veil p