-McMahon at Sedan. A French officer who escaped to Belgium Bel-gium writes : ' To relate what Me-Mahon did is impossible im-possible steel, fire, melted metal, ex plosive balls, and I dm'i know what other infernal mixtures the Fru sians made use of there for the first time, appeared to stream off or to rebound from him like hail from a roof. He went to the front seeking death. ''Leave me, my friends," he said to us all, who sought to prevent his going forward, "let me show those kings, those princes, who hide behind the'r masses of men, that a marshal of France knows how to fight, aud, when beaten, how to die." And he smiled upon us a sad smile, which made us weep, and redoubled our rage. Ah. miserable! We kill, we massacre, and the living appear to spring up from the dead, which we heap around us. We climbed a little mountain of dead bodies that we might reckon how long the butchery would last. My abre. broken aud reekin . fell from my hands when I saw what masses we had still to deal with. The plain, the horiion, was black wiih du.-t. We were but ants in a laree ant-hill. ,, :ca-ual' I sald' "we Ilave at 'east 2u0,000 meu before us," "No," he replied," gently. "300.000." At that momenta cloud passed before be-fore my eyes, and we went mad. We regained our senses only when we found ourselves beyoud the hordes of uhlans who attacked us. We had been fortunate enough t) reach the Bel-gian Bel-gian frontier.