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Seizes the colors, fiery old man: 鈥楾his way, my sons!鈥?and rides ahead along the straight dam again; his 鈥榮ons鈥?all turning, and with hot repentance following. 鈥極n, my children, this way!鈥?Five bits of grape-shot, deadly each of them, at once hit the old man; dead he sinks there on his flag; and will never fight more. 鈥淭he mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.鈥? 鈥淪ire,鈥擸esterday I was in terrible alarms. The sound of the cannon heard, the smoke of powder visible from the steeple-tops here, all led us to suspect that there was a battle going on. Glorious confirmation of it this morning. Nothing but rejoicing among all the Protestant inhabitants, who had begun to be in apprehension from the rumors which the other party took pleasure in spreading. Persons who were in the battle can not enough celebrate the coolness and bravery of your majesty. For myself, I am at the overflowing point. 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