. The life of Bismarck, private and political;. onshine,and the rosy twilight, torches flitting through the forest—thewhole might have figured unchanged as a great scene of effect ina romantic opera. Next to me sat the venerable Archbishop ofGran, the Primate of Hungary, in a black silk talar with a redcape; on the other a very charming and elegant cavalry see that the picture was a variegated one, rich in we drove home in the moonshine by torchlight. TellFrau von V. that her brother was a most delightful man, as Icould not but expect from her two sisters whom I alre
. The life of Bismarck, private and political;. onshine,and the rosy twilight, torches flitting through the forest—thewhole might have figured unchanged as a great scene of effect ina romantic opera. Next to me sat the venerable Archbishop ofGran, the Primate of Hungary, in a black silk talar with a redcape; on the other a very charming and elegant cavalry see that the picture was a variegated one, rich in we drove home in the moonshine by torchlight. TellFrau von V. that her brother was a most delightful man, as Icould not but expect from her two sisters whom I already had just received a telegraphic dispatch from Berlin; it con-tained only four letters—Nein (No!). A word full of signifi-cance. I was told to-day of the storm of the castle three yearsago by the insurgents ; at this the brave General Hentzi and thewhole garrison, after a wonderfully courageous resistance, werecut down. The black stains upon my floor are partly the resultof fire, and where I am writing bursting grenades were then. ^ §11Warn PiiP £ T-,,f ^;;-| bismarcks only sister. (Frau von Arnim.) JOURNEY INTO HUNGARY. 241 dancing, and the fight went on over smoking ruins. It has onlybeen restored a few weeks ago, before the arrival of the is very quiet and peaceful up here now. I hear nothing butthe ticking of a clock, and the sound of distant carriage-wheelsbelow. May angels watch over thee—a bearskin-capped grena-dier does so with me—I can see six inches of his bayonet at acouple of arms length from me above the window-sill, and thereflection of a foot. He stands on the terrace by the Danube,and is probably thinking of his Nanny. Szolnok, 27th June, your atlases you will find a map of Hungary, and on this ariver Theiss, and, if you follow up the source towards Szegedin, aplace named Szolnok. Yesterday I went by railway from Pesthto Alberti-Josa, where a Prince W. lies in garrison. He is mar-ried to a Princess M. I paid him a visit in
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