These two lines of Korner's were written as a postscript:--

"Perchance above our foeman lying dead
We may behold the star of liberty."

With this farewell to his parents, and with Korner's poems on his lips,
Sand gave up his books, and on the 10th of May we find him in arms among
the volunteer chasseurs enrolled under the command of Major Falkenhausen,
who was at that time at Mannheim; here he found his second brother, who
had preceded him, and they underwent all their drill together.

Though Sand was not accustomed to great bodily fatigues, he endured those
of the campaign with surprising strength, refusing all the alleviations
that his superiors tried to offer him; for he would allow no one to outdo
him in the trouble that he took for the good of the country. On the
march he invariably shared: anything that he possessed fraternally with
his comrades, helping those who were weaker than himself to carry their
burdens, and, at once priest and soldier, sustaining them by his words
when he was powerless to do anything more.

On the 18th of June, at eight o'clock in the evening, he arrived upon the
field of battle at Waterloo, On the 14th of July he entered Paris.

On the 18th of December, 1815, Karl Sand and his brother were back at
Wonsiedel, to the great joy of their family. He spent the Christmas
holidays and the end of the year with them, but his ardour for his new
vacation did not allow him to remain longer, and an the 7th of January he
reached Erlangen. Then, to make up for lost time, he resolved to subject
his day to fixed and uniform rules, and to write down every evening what
he had done since the morning. It is by the help of this journal that we