the day before, the wife of the commissary, and I were
the only ladies with the army.[1] We were sitting
together and bewailing our sad fate, when some one
came in, and people whispered in each other's ears and
looked sadly at each other. I noticed this, and that
they were glancing at me, without saying anything
more to me. This gave me a frightful idea that my
husband had fallen. I screamed; but they assured
me that this was not the case, and made signs to
me that it was the poor lieutenant's wife whose
husband had met with this misfortune. She was called
out a moment later. Her husband was not yet dead,
but a cannon ball had taken off his arm at the shoulder.
We heard his moans all night, echoing horribly
through the vaults of the cellar, and the poor man died
towards morning. Otherwise this night was like the
last. Meanwhile my husband came to see me, which
soothed my trouble and gave me back my courage.
“The next morning we began to get into a little better order. Major Harnich and his wife and Madame Rennels made themselves a little room, shut off with curtains, in one corner. It was proposed to me to have another corner arranged in the same way, but I preferred to remain near the door, so that I could get out quicker in case of fire. I had a heap of straw brought, laid my beds on it, and slept there with my children. My women slept near us. Opposite were the quarters of three English officers, who were
- ↑ Sic. This list is intended to include the ladies, not the women, whose numbers I have no data for ascertaining. The Baroness had two female servants. A soldier's wife is spoken of later. The proper names above should be Harnage and Reynell, but all German writers during this war are very careless as to the spelling of proper names.