The New York herald., 1873-10-31


depths and the woods and valleys Of the heuse ior
DER HERR ExcErLENz
M6ntestD9 utrd gletch kOmDsenn saws an aide
de-camp galloping by to Lnsingen, and bring
ing ms morse upon his launches as ne salutes the
oencral commanding the brigade The Prusslans
are rough riders but the ground is soft and rotten
on the esplanade, 80 that there will be lever
curDs ana spavins made than are usual on field
day. Tne last men who come on parade before
the Commanderin-Chiei are The Prvssian field
police, who are to form the rear guard they are are
and admirably mounted
We are tormented by the assaults OF guerilla
and apparently angry at having their customary
exercise ground on the esplanade disturbed this
4. &-z company Of French gendarmes
march out OF the citadel TO take possession OF the
barracks just vacated by the German troops.
order. Meanwhile the German bands rest upon
their musical instruments and the neld officers be-
gin to lounge in their saddles. gathering into
sI5 A. M.-General Linsngen orders the
troops to present arms and there Is sudden fash
rides slowly on to the esplanade.. He is mounted
on peaceful chestnut, with all the steel taken out
% MN; and tne renowned E1cehenz lcoas TeTs cs
30 ghastly and corpseike. His complexion ls OF
pale blue, and mis- mouth almost fearful In It's ex-
preston OF fatigue and sickness. lie Is dressed In
light blue dragoon uniform, u frockcoat and high
riding boots, but seems too weak To bear his
helmet and performs his part in this grand
him on his right rides Colonel Won der Burg, the
caustic witted chief OF his stan, mounted on black
horse oil great power and beauty; on his left Is
Lieutenant Colonel Count Won Haeseler, riding one
OF the most magnificent chargers, tall English
mander-in- Chief and his star move slowly down the
lines of that splendid army, and not sound Is
heard till Excellenz Manteunel halts in front OF
the troops in the centre OF the esplanade and,
abruptly taking out his sword, with spasmodlc
movement indicating
CHRONIC RHEUMATIsM,
makes stiff but impOteut effort to rise In his
stirrups, and, in cracked voice, cries, or rather
walls. "Hoorahl hoorah hohl' when the cracked
voice breaks IN the middle. Every one OF those
walls is repeated from 1000 lusty throats;
but fancy there is not much enthusiasm
or hearty. The Germans are simple, knd-hearted
FOLK when they are not lighting Many oil them nave
the delightful people with whom they have been
living so long, and are, perhaps not glad to go
away IRON this gay land OF Tyre and lance"
scheiden und meidcn thut gar web.
bands together begin to play slowly the grandest
y set to ne s ea English gSs
origin, like that OF most other things in this world
is doubtful. Regiment after regiment now
quill horse. They salute him and he returns their
salute, sitting ON his meek and long-taed chest
noo Tfsy s ps having so much Of ana
little health. He Is not lar from sixty. but
looks seventyhve. The two heavy batteries OF
each drawing sixteen pound gun march past
him first. They have not strap or buckle out OF
Of the last army OF occupation in France most adj
mirable in their discipline order and equipment.
Down they march In serried squadr0ns amidst
the clash OF cymnals and the call OF trumpets, the
forest OF bayonets ever moving on IN time and
measure; on down the Rue de ST. Pierre and
through the Gate Of France, the French crowd fall
ing back as they advance. The figure OF the Com
mander-in-Chlef, Excelenz Manteufel, becomes
bent more and more, as though his strength were
foi iliprrh brf cnId rv forr n
der Burg looks erect and knightly as he
sits on his great black charger, as though
iul thoroughbred OF Lieutenant Colonel Count Won
Haeseler moves restessly about as the troops pass
by with their bands playing and their colors flying,
and strains uneasiy at the sharp cavalry bit. The
scene 1t this moment was very
STRIKING AND PAINFUL.
All along the high street OF the disnon0red city
was the triumphant foe departing victorious and
leaving the denOwered land to wall over It's shame.
There were burning bushes and not hot tears GO Ton on
degradation, followed by so much anguish-not
over even yet as their impatience had hoped. But
the halt was only momentary, and the SIXTY
fourth marched on, as the black and white nags OF
the Eleventh Lancers came down the hill, with the
field gendarmes OF the rear guard close behind
Last came Excellenz Manteufrel, bent nearly
and d9zng snra a ms ~
with his right hand resting disdainuly on his hip
and his forage cap aside upon his massive head,
and the tail chestnut OF Lieutenant Colonel Count
Won Haeseler plunged and reared scattering the
French crowd, which was small and scanty. SO the
France and into the light, open country beyondl
EVERYBODY CELEBRATES.
n sonse where a nag OF ov was not hung ont to
celebrate the departure OF the Germans. and in
the same breath that men reJolced over peace
they talked again OF war and hungered for 1t.
Flags, flags, flags everywhere, and hOisted
wherever nag could be put. Hawkers went
were bought up eagerly. Some OF the fags which
hung from the best houses were surmounted by
mourning crowns in memory Of Alsace- Lorraine;
and, when the rain poured down again. fair, blue
eyed woman said, 1.-THE skies are
WEEPING FOR ALsACE."
The French troops arrived by the train and tum-
bled and struggled out OF the carriages with
their arms and baggage, and when they had done
&C. ssa 70 esca Which had a
their memory. But their on1cers were not inclined
to be on them for this breach OF discipline,
and Colonel Isuard, tight little veteran In ample
red trousers, marched about, attended by the Pre-
feet, without paying much attention TO the imme-
diate details OF his command.
In the evening the city was beautifully illum-
mated with lamps OF tricol0red paper and Bengal
fires. with traneparencles and pretty and artistic
devices.
On the March-Latest Public Appear
ance of the Prince Imperial i'm France
Evacuation of Etain-The German
Host Upon the March to Metz.
ETAN, Sept. 15, 1873.
Down fell the rain at verdun as rose at half
past iOuT On Tue mOTning VI Suuudy, oepttmOeT -,
and had scarcely made my cofree and opened my
writing desk with a view to the readers OF the
NEW YORK HERALD and the next American mail
than there came q hurried knocking upon my
chamber door. The brisk little city was already
astir and when went TO answer this peremptory
summons printers devil OF much activity thrust
damp slip OF paper into my hand and disappeared
in the darkness whistling tires lohe, peu pohe.n
the latest sparkling chorus which has charmed
the people OF France in LA File de la Mere An
gotn ou: which (alas for novelty y heard just
twenty-five years ago at the Carl Theatre in VI
emma. The damp slip of paper was sent to me by
a friendly town councillor, and contained a manu-
script COPY OF telegram which three hours hence
viii be read by the greatest OF French living
statesmen with glad eyes which, perhaps, will
moisten with a PATRIOTS emotion. Here are the
words on the damp slip OF paper, which has been
rained upon IL
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