be a gentleman's.'

All eyes were on the Prince of Eppenwelzen, as he gazed toward the
covered statue. With imposing deliberation his hand rose to his hat. We
saw the hat raised. The cannon was fired and roared; the band struck up
a pompous slow march: and the tent-veil broke apart and rolled off. It
was like the dawn flying and sunrise mounting.

I confess I forgot all thought of my father for awhile; the shouts of
the people, the braying of the brass instruments, the ladies cheering
sweetly, the gentlemen giving short, hearty expressions of applause,
intoxicated me. And the statue was superb-horse and rider in new bronze
polished by sunlight.

'It is life-like! it is really noble! it is a true Prince!' exclaimed
Miss Sibley. She translated several exclamations of the ladies and
gentlemen in German: they were entirely to the same effect. The horse
gave us a gleam of his neck as he pawed a forefoot, just reined in. We
knew him; he was a gallant horse; but it was the figure of the Prince
Albrecht that was so fine. I had always laughed at sculptured figures
on horseback. This one overawed me. The Marshal was acknowledging the
salute of his army after a famous victory over the infidel Turks. He
sat upright, almost imperceptibly but effectively bending his head in
harmony with the curve of his horse's neck, and his baton swept the air
low in proud submission to the honours cast on him by his acclaiming
soldiery. His three-cornered lace hat, curled wig, heavy-trimmed
surcoat, and high boots, reminded me of Prince Eugene. No Prince
Eugene--nay, nor Marlborough, had such a martial figure, such an
animated high old warrior's visage. The bronze features reeked of
battle.

Temple and I felt humiliated (without cause, I granted) at the success
of a work of Art that struck us as a new military triumph of these
Germans, and it was impossible not to admire it. The little Princess
Ottilia clapped hands by fits. What words she addressed to me I know
not. I dealt out my stock of German--'Ja, ja--to her English. We were
drawn by her to congratulate the margravine, whose hand was then being
kissed by the prince: he did it most courteously and affectionately.
Other gentlemen, counts and barons, bowed over her hand. Ladies,
according to their rank and privileges, saluted her on the cheek or in
some graceful fashion. When our turn arrived, Miss Sibley translated for
us, and as we were at concert pitch we did not acquit ourselves badly.