of his comrades who had suffered earlier.
An old sergeant told me that there had been
much stirring amongst the common soldiers
in the barracks, who liked my husband, for
his having behaved so well towards his
soldiers of the garrison of Rastadt, and that
they had been much discontented with the
sentence of death. He said to me that on
the evening before, at the time fixed for the
execution, the crown of the main rampart
had been crowded with more than a thousand
soldiers, notwithstanding that the being
there in that way was forbidden under a
threat of five days' imprisonment. He spoke
very mysteriously, and I did not quite understand
at what he was aiming with his hints.
My good kind hostess sent a very good
dinner and beautiful fruit, and Otto fell
to with very much good-will. How happy I
was to see him eat so heartily again!

Monday, 17th September. The commandant
gave me yesterday a ticket for the fort
and garrison, and the Prussian captain of the
guard was so kind as to give it me back
again, and even to permit me, upon his own
responsibility to stay till the morrow with
my husband.

Early in the morning there came to our
window the prisoner who had been brought
on the previous afternoon into a little building
opposite our den, and separated from
it only by a narrow yard. The sentries
were very good, and permitted him to
speak to us, although it was against their
orders. He was a Baron von B — , who
had, before the revolution, been a Prussian
first-lieutenant in Cologne, but left the
service. My husband had procured him the
command of a batallion in his own regiment,
but he became ill, and was forced to remain
in Heidelberg. When the Prussians occupied
that town, he was so imprudent as to
give himself up to them as a prisoner of
war. Having a fever, he was unable to
fly. How pale and wretched he looked!
How excited he was, and how cast down at
the same time! Four weeks ago they had
declared against him the sentence of death,
and he was awaiting then the ratification of
it from Berlin! The Prussian authorities
were very bitter against prisoners who had
formerly served in the Prussian army, and
most bitter against officers; therefore the
poor sick man was put into one of the most
gloomy and unhealthy casemates; where he
was left quite alone. By the humanity of a
Baden lieutenant who had care over the
prisoners of this fort, however, he at last had
a few comforts allowed him, and was moved
to a more healthy place. Glad to see Otto
again, and speak to him, he heartily partook
of my joy.

In the afternoon he was removed to a
better prison. He gave me a letter for his
brother which I volunteered to take care of.
A few days afterwards this friend of ours
was shot.

His place was filled by Mr. T., who had
been chairman of the artisan-union in
Cologne. This was a brave, high-spirited young
man, who had preserved his courage. He was
one of the truest followers of my husband,
who became acquainted with him in Strasbourg.
He also had been sentenced to death,
and was waiting for the ratification from
Berlin. At first, he said to me, it was an
ugly feeling, when the soldiers in the morning;
opened the door of his prison; then he
thought always, "They are coming to bring
me out. But now," he said, "I am used to
it; and I care not what may come; but I
must not think of my bride! After having
searched for me everywhere she has been
here, but was not allowed to see me." He
said this in a careless tone, but there was a
quivering in his voice that I could well understand.

Mr. T. commanded the battalion of Baron
B., when that gentleman became ill. The
soldiers of this Volkswchs battalion being
most of them inhabitants of Mannheim,
stayed in their town when my husband left it,
and dispersed. Mr. T., riding quite alone on
the road towards Heidelberg, to rejoin the
revolutionary army, was caught in a hollow
way by the peasants of a neighbouring village;
who thought they would win the good
opinion of the Prussians, by presenting to
them, when they came, a revolutionary officer
as a prisoner. This happened in the first
days after the entry of the Prussians into
Baden, when they were very much excited
against the rebels. The cuirassiers who
transported T. to Heidelberg, dealt very
barbarously with him. Fettered hand and foot
with a heavy iron chain, he must needs go at
the same pace with the horses; and, when he
flagged, they drove him on with the points of
their swords. Even passing foot-soldiers
could not refrain from abusing him by
words and blows; and, when he arrived at last
at Heidelberg, his body was beaten brown
and blue, and the blood trickled from it. On
his head alone he had seven wounds, and the
blood so flowed over his face that he could
not see. Officers to whom he complained of
the rudeness of the soldiers, said to him,
"that the soldiers must have their fun also."
He was lodged in a very miserable prison,
whence, scarcely recovered from his wounds,
he was brought to Rastadt, and shut up in
one of the most unhealthy dungeons they
could find.

The sentries being very reasonable, he and
my husband talked all day about the revolution.
If an officer came near, the sentry
always gave us warning, and we separated.

Tuesday, 18th September. Otto is contented
with his situation, notwithstanding the damp
straw and thick water-dropping walls of his
prison. My company and the good things
sent every day by my kind hostess, are very
thankfully accepted by him. How hard is
the lot of the poor prisoners, who are glad