The name of Tilly became extinct among the
noblesse of the Colony, but it still flourishes in a vigorous branch
upon its native soil of Normandy.
Pierre Philibert passed a sad winter in arranging and settling the
vast affairs of his father before leaving New France. In the spring
following the death of Amelie, he passed over to the old world,
bidding a long and last adieu to his native land.
Pierre endeavored manfully to bear up under the load of recollections
and sorrows which crushed his heart, and made him a grave and
melancholy man before his time. He rejoined the army of his
sovereign, and sought danger--his comrades said for danger's
sake--with a desperate valor that was the boast of the army; but few
suspected that he sought death and tempted fate in every form.
His wish was at last accomplished,--as all earnest, absorbing wishes
ever are. He fell valorously, dying a soldier's death upon the
field of Minden, his last moments sweetened by the thought that his
beloved Amelie was waiting for him on the other side of the dark
river, to welcome him with the bridal kiss promised upon the banks
of the Lake of Tilly.
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