A real downright review that was! The men had been fighting all the
morning, and Zouaves and linesmen alike looked fierce indeed, with
tanned faces, eyes reddened by the smoke, and a black mark at the corner
of every mouth, from biting off the ends of the cartridges. The Zouaves
had only just been raised, and were not a bit like the Zouaves of the
present day. The ranks consisted mostly of Arabs, who wore almost the
same uniform as the present one, only with bare legs and slippers on
their feet, mingled with Parisian roughs, drafted out of the "Regiments
de la Charte," most of them wearing blouses and caps. Many of the non-
commissioned officers had come from the Royal Guard, and still wore
their blue cloaks. The excessively whimsical get-up of the officers put
the finishing touch to this motley show. Most of them had adopted the
Mameluke dress--white turbans, huge trousers, yellow boots, a sun
embroidered on their backs, and a scimitar. After the Zouaves I saw the
squadron of "Chasseurs Algeriens," the nucleus of the future "Chasseurs
d'Afrique," march past. They wore Turkish dress and turbans too, all but
their commanding officer, a big bearded artillery captain, who wore a
burnous and Arab pistols over his uniform. His name was Marey-Monge, and
he was a general of division when he died.

After the review I was taken back to my ship. The frigate sailed for
Port Mahon, where we underwent a long quarantine, and thence to Toulon,
where we arrived just as the squadron which had forced the mouth of the
Tagus, under the orders of Admiral Roussin, returned, I went over those
fine ships, and especially the Algesiras, with many a regret that the
Arthemise had had no share in the fray. The commander of the Algesiras,
M. Moulac, a tall, strongly built, grey-headed man, the bravest of the
brave, who had fought boldly in all our naval struggles with England,
told me a story which impressed me deeply, and which I here transcribe
just as it remains fixed in my memory:--