felicity, and relating to each other anecdotes about the boudoir of the empress, numerous enough, if written, to form a supplement to the loves of the twelve Cæsars.
It was, I think, between Orsza and Witebsk that Captain Udom joined us from his secret journey to Warsaw. We were all awaiting him with impatience, though from totally different motives. We eagerly desired his return, hoping that we should receive assistance and news from our friends, and that his representations would slacken Titow's cruelties. The Major, for his own part, looked forward with anxiety to the moment when his dear Yewuszka, the object of his love, esteem, and tenderness, was to be restored to him. But how astonished, grieved, and enraged was he when he saw Udom arrive without his mistress, and when he learnt from him that his dear Yewuszka, having taken all his clothes and furniture, had decamped from Warsaw, no one knew whither! Immediately this paragon of all virtues and graces was loaded by
