Chapter 30 THE BARON DE EICHEMONT.

Thus passed weeks, months, and even years, and on the gloomy horizon of France arose a new constellation, and from the blood-spotted, corpse-strewn soil of the French republic sprang an armed warrior-a solitary one!-but one to whom millions were soon to bow, and who, like the divinity of battles, was to control the destinies of nations and of princ