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THE RHINE, see ODS a cloud of smoke and were the first to enter the barrier. The Dutch lost footing on all sides; many of them were left dead or wounded upon the square; the greater num- ber surrendered. Tworegiments of. cavalry took posses- sion of the enemy’s abandoned camp. Monsieur de Luxem- bourg fixed his piercing glance upon the horizon, where, in the golden vapors of the evening, were to be seen the steeples of ten cities. “Utrecht is ours,’’ said he. Meanwhile Belle-Rose, no longer seeing any enemies be- fore him, retraced his steps. A group of gentlemen, black- ened=by powder and covered with blood, surrounded a hitter, upon which rested a dead body. Among these centlemen were the Prince de Condé, the Duc d’Enghien and the Chevalier de Vendome: the young chevalier wept like a child after having fought like a soldier, the Duc d’Enghien let great tears roll down his cheeks, and the Prince de Condé dried his eyes with a mutilated hand. The livid and blood-stained head of the Duc de Longueville rested upon a bed of flags. Upon his pale face was still to be seen the ardent and proud expression of his young courage. Death had surprised him at the moment of tri- umph. He had fallen, like an oak struck by the thunder- bolt, at a single blow. Those among the gentlemen who were wounded raised themselves to say a last adieu to him whom the future surrounded with so many hopes and who was now but a lifeless form; the living formed for hima mournful and sad cortege, Belle-Rose suddenly recollected the cry of Déroute, and not seeing Monsieur de Pomereux among the officers of the prince, he was afraid. He rushed in the direction in which he had seen the count disappear in a cloud of smoke and fire, and found the sergeant sus- taining Monsieur de Pomereux in hisarms. A surgeon, whom Cornelius had gone to seek, was probing his wounds. “Hey! come here,’’ the count said to him, in a failing © ' yoice, ‘‘Il feared to die without having pressed your hand.’’ When Belle-Rose was at his side, Monsieur de Pomereux repulsed the surgeon’s hand. “Tam pierced through and through,’’ he said to him; “you well know that “there is no longer any hope, there- fore, monsieur, do not worry any more.’’ The surgeon dried his instruments and went away with- out saying a word. ) ‘That is an answer,’’ said the count, with a smile. He embraced Belle-Rose and Cornelius, extended his hand to Déroute and made ready to die. His head rested Eomicbhooks (EO)