Chapter 5

YES, NAPOLEON, _and one other_--the Niece of the Baby! She was a fine strapping wench of twenty. Shocked by the cruel outrage committed in her quiet Alsatian home, this brave maiden seized the family blunderbuss, and fired. It burst with such violence that both NAPOLEON and herself were killed on the spot. Nay, more--thousands within miles! Besides, at this moment there was an epidemic raging, that, in one single instant, killed the Army, and all the Russians, and, in fact, everybody! There!

_Note by M. E._--My honoured _confrère_ is a spiteful pig!

_Note by M. C._--My esteemed colleague is a demented donkey!

_P.S. by M. E._--Pooh! _P.S. by M.C._--Yah!

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