houses;--unfurnished, that is, for the most part. In one place we
did find a table and a few chairs, in another a bedstead, and so on.
But to me it was pleasant to indulge in those ruminations which any
traces of the great or unfortunate create in softly sympathising
minds. For a time we communicated our thoughts to each other as we
roamed free as air through the apartments; and then I lingered for a
few moments behind, while Mr. Horne moved on with a quicker step.

At last I entered the bedchamber of the general, and there I
overtook my friend. He was inspecting, with much attention, an
article of the great man's wardrobe which he held in his hand. It
was precisely that virile habiliment to which a well-known gallant
captain alludes in his conversation with the posthumous appearance
of Miss Bailey, as containing a Bank of England 5 pound note.

"The general must have been a large man, George, or he would hardly
have filled these," said Mr. Horne, holding up to the light the
respectable leathern articles in question. "He must have been a
very large man,--the largest man in Antwerp, I should think; or else
his tailor has done him more than justice."

They were certainly large, and had about them a charming regimental
military appearance. They were made of white leather, with bright
metal buttons at the knees and bright metal buttons at the top.
They owned no pockets, and were, with the exception of the
legitimate outlet, continuous in the circumference of the waistband.
No dangling strings gave them an appearance of senile imbecility.
Were it not for a certain rigidity, sternness, and mental
inflexibility,--we will call it military ardour,--with which they
were imbued, they would have created envy in the bosom of a fox-