Thirty years of war in many climes should give me the master craftsman's right to expound to his apprentices.' We all very gladly followed his advice, and passed out through the gate, which was now nothing more than a broad gap amongst the mounds which marked the lines of the old walls.

'There is no sign of them yet,' I remarked, as we pulled up upon a convenient hillock.

'I suppose that they must come by this road which winds through the valley before us.' 'There are two sorts of bad general,' quoth Saxon, 'the man who is too fast and the man who is too slow.

His Majesty's advisers will never be accused of the former failing, whatever other mistakes they may fall into.

There was old Marshal Grunberg, with whom I did twenty-six months' soldiering in Bohemia.