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On the Anniversary of Austerlitz*
(1806)

Soldiers, it is this day a year ago, at this very hour, that we were upon the memorable plain of Austerlitz. The Russian battlions fled appalled. Their allies are no more. Their fortresses, their capitals, their magazines, their arsenals, twohundred and eighty stand of colors, seven hundred field-pieces, five grand strongholds are in our power.

The Oder, the Wasta, the Polish deserts, the inclement weather, nothing has been able to arrest your course all have fled before you. The French eagle hovers over the Vistula. The brave and unfortunate Poles imagine they behold again the legions of Sobieski.

Soldiers, we shall not lay down our arms until a general peace has restored to our commerce its freedom and its colonies. We have conquered on the Elba and the Oder, Pondicherry, our Indian establishments, the Cape of Good Hope, and the Spanish colonies. Who should give the Russians the hope of balancing the destinies? Are not they and we the soldiers of Austerlitz?

* Translated "by a member of the New York Bar."