IT was on the night of the memorable 14th September, 1812, that Aimee Ladoinski stood watching from her window the advancing troops of the great Emperor of the West, as they pushed their way through the silent and deserted streets of Moscow. The Frenc...
IT was on the night of the memorable 14th September, 1812, that Aimee Ladoinski stood watching from her window the advancing troops of the great Emperor of the West, as they pushed their way through the silent and deserted streets of Moscow. The French were entering as victors; but it was not this circumstance-although Aimee was a native of France-which caused her bosom to throb high with expectation. Her husband had been a Polish settler at Moscow, hut, on the first news of insurrection in his native land, had hastily, and in disguise, quitted the Russian capital, and repaired to what he deemed the scene of his country's political regeneration; and now, in the armed train of the conqueror, he was returning as a victor to the captured metropolis of his country's oppressor.