So bent on being happy was every one that I really believe that a Uhlan in the midst of them would not have disturbed their equanimity.

"Come what may, to-day we will be merry," seemed to be the feeling; "let us leave care to the morrow, and make the most of what may be our last fete day." Mr.Malet, the English secretary, who returned yesterday from Meaux, had no small difficulty in getting through the Prussian lines.

He started on Thursday evening for Creil in a train with a French officer.

When they got to Creil, they knocked up the Mayor, and begged him to procure them a horse.

He gave them an order for the only one in the town.