I did not fail immediately to avail myself of my liberty, and went to visit my friends and companions in misfortune. I called first upon Marshal Potocki, whom I found, if possible, still more broken down than Mostowski.—This was a new scene of emotion and tears; he asked me to show him the scar of my wound, and kissed it. Thence I went to Kosciuszko's; I found him lying upon his chaise longue, with his head enveloped in bandages, and one leg entirely lifeless; but I was still more affected on perceiving that his voice was almost gone, and that there was great confusion in his ideas. He seemed struck with terror, spoke but in low tones, and whenever we raised our voices, he made signs with his finger to warn us that the servants were listening, and that they were all spies. After the first embraces and mutual congratulations; “I know that you have suffered much,” said he, “but you must complete your sacrifice; you must do me one favour, and promise to go with me to America.”—“You are aware of my attachment to
