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THE CAMBRIAN QUARTERLY MAGAZINE AND No. 6.—APRIL 1, 1830.—Vol. II. LE FUSILIER GALLOIS, ou, LE MARCHAND DE TABAC. " Then will ho strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, ' these wounds I had on Crispin's day.' " The fatigue that I had undergone in exploring the field of Waterloo, and the annoyances to which I had been subjected by the peasants, in their demands to accompany me, and by their earnest solicitations that I would purchase from them the pretended relics of the fight, which they are in the habit of disposing of to the shoals of English who visit the place during the summer months, induced me to seek some retired place to rest my weary limbs ; I accordingly sat myself down upon a half-burnt beam of the ruins of the chateau of Goumont, or Hougoumont, and was beginning to conjure up in my mind's eye the deadly strife and bloodshed which took place on that very spot but a few years ago, when I was in¬ terrupted in my meditations by the approach of an individual: I turned my back intuitively towards the intruder, pretended to peruse with attention a small volume which I had in my hand, and muttered to myself an imprecation upon all the relic venders, and the gullibility of John Bull in countenancing their impositions, when he saluted me, and expressed his hope that I had been interested with my visit. An Englishman! thought I; doubtless some cockney, probably a tailor from Fleet street, or a slopseller from the Tower hamlets! "Pretty well, pretty well," I replied, in an indifferent sort of key, and I was con¬ fronted by a fine handsome man, about fifty years of age, whose style of dress betokened him a foreigner, or anything rather