he highest finish
of politeness could be visible on this particular occasion. Doubtless
all passed in the usual satisfactory manner; and the Crown-Prince got
his pleasant excursion, and materials, more or less, for after thought
and comparison. But as there is nothing whatever of it on record for us
but the bare fact, we leave it to the reader's imagination,--fact being
indubitable, and details not inconceivable to lively readers. Among the
French dignitaries doing the honors of their Camp on this occasion, he
was struck by the General's Adjutant, a "Count de Rottembourg" (properly
VON ROTHENBURG, of German birth, kinsman to the Rothenburg whom we
have seen as French Ambassador at Berlin long since); a promising young
soldier; whom he did not lose sight of again, but acquired in due time
to his own service, and found to be of eminent worth there. A Count von
Schmettau, two Brothers von Schmettau, here in the Austrian service;
superior men, Prussian by birth, and very fit to be acquired by and
by; these the Crown-Prince had already noticed in this Rhine
Campaign,--having always his eyes open to phenomena of that kind.

The SECOND little point is of date perhaps two months anterior to that
of the French Camp; and is marked sufficiently in this Excerpt from our
confused manuscripts.

Before quitting Philipsburg, there befell one slight adventure, which,
though it seemed to be nothing, is worth recording here. One day, date
not given, a young French Officer, of ingenuous prepossessing look,
though much flurried at the moment, came across as involuntary deserter;
flying from a great peril in his own camp. The name of him is Chasot,
Lieutenant of such and such a Regiment: "Take me to Prince Eugene!" he
entreats, which is done. Peril was this: A high young gentleman, one of
those fops in red heels, ignorant, and capable of insolence to a poorer
comrade of studious turn, had fixed a duel upon Chasot. Chasot ran him
through, in fair duel; dead, and is thought to have deserved it. "But
Duc de Boufflers is his kinsman: run, or you are lost!" cried everybody.
The Officers of his Regiment hastily redacted some certificate for
Chasot, hastily signed it; and Chasot ran, scarcely waiting to pack his
baggage.

"Will not your Serene Highness protect me?"--"Certainly!" said
Eugene;--gave Chasot a lodging among his own people; and appointed one
of them, Herr Brender by name, to show him about, and teach him the
nature of his new quarter