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This
flat
,
flourishing
,
easy
country
never
could
have
looked
more
rich
and
prosperous
than
in
that
opening
summer
of
1815
,
when
its
green
fields
and
quiet
cities
were
enlivened
by
multiplied
red-coats
:
when
its
wide
chaussées
swarmed
with
brilliant
English
equipages
:
when
its
great
canal-boats
,
gliding
by
rich
pastures
and
pleasant
quaint
old
villages
,
by
old
chateaux
lying
amongst
old
trees
,
were
all
crowded
with
well-to-do
English
travellers
:
when
the
soldier
who
drank
at
the
village
inn
,
not
only
drank
,
but
paid
his
score
;
and
Donald
,
the
Highlander
,
billeted
in
the
Flemish
farm-house
,
rocked
the
baby
's
cradle
,
while
Jean
and
Jeannette
were
out
getting
in
the
hay
.
As
our
painters
are
bent
on
military
subjects
just
now
,
I
throw
out
this
as
a
good
subject
for
the
pencil
,
to
illustrate
the
principle
of
an
honest
English
war
.
All
looked
as
brilliant
and
harmless
as
a
Hyde
Park
review
.
Meanwhile
,
Napoleon
screened
behind
his
curtain
of
frontier-fortresses
,
was
preparing
for
the
outbreak
which
was
to
drive
all
these
orderly
people
into
fury
and
blood
;
and
lay
so
many
of
them
low
.
Everybody
had
such
a
perfect
feeling
of
confidence
in
the
leader
(
for
the
resolute
faith
which
the
Duke
of
Wellington
had
inspired
in
the
whole
English
nation
was
as
intense
as
that
more
frantic
enthusiasm
with
which
at
one
time
the
French
regarded
Napoleon
)
,
the
country
seemed
in
so
perfect
a
state
of
orderly
defence
,
and
the
help
at
hand
in
case
of
need
so
near
and
overwhelming
,
that
alarm
was
unknown
,
and
our
travellers
,
among
whom
two
were
naturally
of
a
very
timid
sort
,
were
,
like
all
the
other
multiplied
English
tourists
,
entirely
at
ease
.
The
famous
regiment
,
with
so
many
of
whose
officers
we
have
made
acquaintance
,
was
drafted
in
canal
boats
to
Bruges
and
Ghent
,
thence
to
march
to
Brussels
.
Jos
accompanied
the
ladies
in
the
public
boats
;
the
which
all
old
travellers
in
Flanders
must
remember
for
the
luxury
and
accommodation
they
afforded
.
So
prodigiously
good
was
the
eating
and
drinking
on
board
these
sluggish
but
most
comfortable
vessels
,
that
there
are
legends
extant
of
an
English
traveller
,
who
,
coming
to
Belgium
for
a
week
,
and
travelling
in
one
of
these
boats
,
was
so
delighted
with
the
fare
there
that
he
went
backwards
and
forwards
from
Ghent
to
Bruges
perpetually
until
the
railroads
were
invented
,
when
he
drowned
himself
on
the
last
trip
of
the
passage-boat
.
Jos
's
death
was
not
to
be
of
this
sort
,
but
his
comfort
was
exceeding
,
and
Mrs.
O'Dowd
insisted
that
he
only
wanted
her
sister
Glorvina
to
make
his
happiness
complete
.
He
sate
on
the
roof
of
the
cabin
all
day
drinking
Flemish
beer
,
shouting
for
Isidor
,
his
servant
,
and
talking
gallantly
to
the
ladies
.
His
courage
was
prodigious
.
"
Boney
attack
us
!
"
he
cried
.
"
My
dear
creature
,
my
poor
Emmy
,
do
n't
be
frightened
.
There
's
no
danger
.
The
allies
will
be
in
Paris
in
two
months
,
I
tell
you
;
when
I
'll
take
you
to
dine
in
the
Palais
Royal
,
by
Jove
!
There
are
three
hundred
thousand
Rooshians
,
I
tell
you
,
now
entering
France
by
Mayence
and
the
Rhine
--
three
hundred
thousand
under
Wittgenstein
and
Barclay
de
Tolly
,
my
poor
love
.
You
do
n't
know
military
affairs
,
my
dear
.
I
do
,
and
I
tell
you
there
's
no
infantry
in
France
can
stand
against
Rooshian
infantry
,
and
no
general
of
Boney
's
that
's
fit
to
hold
a
candle
to
Wittgenstein
.
Then
there
are
the
Austrians
,
they
are
five
hundred
thousand
if
a
man
,
and
they
are
within
ten
marches
of
the
frontier
by
this
time
,
under
Schwartzenberg
and
Prince
Charles
.
Then
there
are
the
Prooshians
under
the
gallant
Prince
Marshal
.
Show
me
a
cavalry
chief
like
him
now
that
Murat
is
gone
.
Hey
,
Mrs.
O'Dowd
?
Do
you
think
our
little
girl
here
need
be
afraid
?
Is
there
any
cause
for
fear
,
Isidor
?
Hey
,
sir
?
Get
some
more
beer
.
"
Mrs.
O'Dowd
said
that
her
"
Glorvina
was
not
afraid
of
any
man
alive
,
let
alone
a
Frenchman
,
"
and
tossed
off
a
glass
of
beer
with
a
wink
which
expressed
her
liking
for
the
beverage
.
Having
frequently
been
in
presence
of
the
enemy
,
or
,
in
other
words
,
faced
the
ladies
at
Cheltenham
and
Bath
,
our
friend
,
the
Collector
,
had
lost
a
great
deal
of
his
pristine
timidity
,
and
was
now
,
especially
when
fortified
with
liquor
,
as
talkative
as
might
be
.
He
was
rather
a
favourite
with
the
regiment
,
treating
the
young
officers
with
sumptuosity
,
and
amusing
them
by
his
military
airs
.
And
as
there
is
one
well-known
regiment
of
the
army
which
travels
with
a
goat
heading
the
column
,
whilst
another
is
led
by
a
deer
,
George
said
with
respect
to
his
brother-in-law
,
that
his
regiment
marched
with
an
elephant
.
Since
Amelia
's
introduction
to
the
regiment
,
George
began
to
be
rather
ashamed
of
some
of
the
company
to
which
he
had
been
forced
to
present
her
;
and
determined
,
as
he
told
Dobbin
(
with
what
satisfaction
to
the
latter
it
need
not
be
said
)
,
to
exchange
into
some
better
regiment
soon
,
and
to
get
his
wife
away
from
those
damned
vulgar
women
.
But
this
vulgarity
of
being
ashamed
of
one
's
society
is
much
more
common
among
men
than
women
(
except
very
great
ladies
of
fashion
,
who
,
to
be
sure
,
indulge
in
it
)
;
and
Mrs.
Amelia
,
a
natural
and
unaffected
person
,
had
none
of
that
artificial
shamefacedness
which
her
husband
mistook
for
delicacy
on
his
own
part
.
Thus
Mrs.
O'Dowd
had
a
cock
's
plume
in
her
hat
,
and
a
very
large
"
repayther
"
on
her
stomach
,
which
she
used
to
ring
on
all
occasions
,
narrating
how
it
had
been
presented
to
her
by
her
fawther
,
as
she
stipt
into
the
car
'
ge
after
her
mar
'
ge
;
and
these
ornaments
,
with
other
outward
peculiarities
of
the
Major
's
wife
,
gave
excruciating
agonies
to
Captain
Osborne
,
when
his
wife
and
the
Major
's
came
in
contact
;
whereas
Amelia
was
only
amused
by
the
honest
lady
's
eccentricities
,
and
not
in
the
least
ashamed
of
her
company
.
As
they
made
that
well-known
journey
,
which
almost
every
Englishman
of
middle
rank
has
travelled
since
,
there
might
have
been
more
instructive
,
but
few
more
entertaining
,
companions
than
Mrs.
Major
O'Dowd
.
"
Talk
about
kenal
boats
;
my
dear
!
Ye
should
see
the
kenal
boats
between
Dublin
and
Ballinasloe
.
It
's
there
the
rapid
travelling
is
;
and
the
beautiful
cattle
.
Sure
me
fawther
got
a
goold
medal
(
and
his
Excellency
himself
eat
a
slice
of
it
,
and
said
never
was
finer
mate
in
his
loif
)
for
a
four-year-old
heifer
,
the
like
of
which
ye
never
saw
in
this
country
any
day
.
"
And
Jos
owned
with
a
sigh
,
"
that
for
good
streaky
beef
,
really
mingled
with
fat
and
lean
,
there
was
no
country
like
England
.
"
"
Except
Ireland
,
where
all
your
best
mate
comes
from
,
"
said
the
Major
's
lady
;
proceeding
,
as
is
not
unusual
with
patriots
of
her
nation
,
to
make
comparisons
greatly
in
favour
of
her
own
country
.
