Chapter 17 A FORLORN HOPE.

The fire i' the flint

Shows not, till it be struck.

"It is time to do something," said Papa Barlasch on the December morning when the news reached Dantzig that Napoleon was no longer with the army-that he had made over the parody of command of the phantom army to Murat, King of Naples-that he had passed like an evil spirit unknown through Pol