. The autobiography of Lieutenant-General Sir Harry Smith, baronet of Aliwal on the Sutlej : Edited, with the addition of some supplementary chapters. owe my rapidrise in the service. The day having at length arrived when we wereto leave Cambray, [27 Oct. ?] Sir Andrew Barnardand I were asked to at least twenty breakfasts. Myfirst was with the family on whom we were billeted,and if they had been our nearest relations no greaterfeeling could have been evinced. Monsieur Watinwas a great carpenter. To him I gave a capitalchest of tools, to his brother, who was a sportsman (in his way), I gave one
. The autobiography of Lieutenant-General Sir Harry Smith, baronet of Aliwal on the Sutlej : Edited, with the addition of some supplementary chapters. owe my rapidrise in the service. The day having at length arrived when we wereto leave Cambray, [27 Oct. ?] Sir Andrew Barnardand I were asked to at least twenty breakfasts. Myfirst was with the family on whom we were billeted,and if they had been our nearest relations no greaterfeeling could have been evinced. Monsieur Watinwas a great carpenter. To him I gave a capitalchest of tools, to his brother, who was a sportsman (in his way), I gave one of Mantons double-barrelled guns, and my wife made many presentsto the female part of the family. Then came mynineteen breakfasts with Barnard. We positivelysat down a few minutes with all our hosts and atesomething; both of us laughing and saying, Wehave been together in situations when the sight ofsuch breakfasts would have been far from objection-able, but enough is as good as a feast. I neverwas so tired of the sight of food. I felt as thoughI never could feel the sensation of hunger this attention, however, was very gratifying,. JOHN SMITH.(Sir Harry Smiths father.)From a picture painted by J. P. Hunter, Somcrsliam, Hunts, May, 1837. {Opposite p. 314. i8i8.] END OF THE OCCUPATION, 3*5 and upon parting with our worthy family, as ourcarriage drove through the streets, there was nothingbut waving of handkerchiefs and adieus. Thegarrison had marched two days before. The mostcomplimentary letter I ever read was addressedto the Commandant Barnard by the Mayor, aMonsieur Bethune, a Bonapartist too, to the pur-port that, although every Frenchman must rejoiceat the cessation of the foreign occupation of hiscountry, as individuals he and all the city wouldand must ever remember the English with grati-tude for their generosity and liberality, and forthe impartial justice ever shown by Barnardduring his three years Commandantship. In aFrench fortress the Commandant has far
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