Our weather here is like December; the Seasons are as mad as the Politics of Europe.

Finally, my dear Brother, one must shove Time on; day follows day, and at last we shall catch the one that ends our labors.

Adieu; JE VOUS EMBRASSE." [Schoning, iii.

403, 430, 446.]--Here farther, from the Siege-ground itself, are some traceries, scratchings by a sure hand, which yield us something of image.

Date is still only "BEFORE Schweidnitz," far on in the eighth week:-- SEPTEMBER 23d.