The Prince of Wales was present at the autumn manœuvres in 1871, and the _Times_ gave the following account of a part he took in a sham fight:―― “A party of the dashing 10th Hussars had pushed on too far up the hill, and were captured by our cavalry, and given in as killed by an umpire. They were standing――dead men all――on the ridge, when the Prince and his staff rode up the hill-side, and made towards three of STAVELEY’S guns. In a few seconds His Royal Highness had discovered whose the guns were, and galloped up to the troop of the 10th, who were prisoners (but he did not know it), placed himself at their head, and ordered them to charge the guns. The gunners, perceiving this manœuvre, with great smartness, but little loyalty, put four rounds into the Prince and his Hussars before they were ridden down. The Prince claimed the battery, and an umpire was sent for. Sir H. GRANT, Sir C. STAVELEY, and others came, and the Prince and his party were given in as prisoners; but when Sir CHARLES claimed them, the Prince laughed and galloped off. Then was seen the Heir Apparent, flying before a general of division and his staff, who kept up the pursuit with a will, to loud cries of “Stop him!” “Don’t let him go!” “Seize the Prince!” One of Sir CHARLES’S aides-de-camp got so close that he could have laid his hand on the Prince’s shoulder, but neither for big guns, nor small arms, nor shouts would the Prince draw bridle, and he got clear away, and vanished into the woods below the hill.” It was ALBERT of WALES and his troop of Hussars, Who took horse one fine day to go off to the wars; And their trappings were brilliant, their sabres were bright, As they rode to the Sham (for it _was_ a sham) Fight. “And if any would take the wind out of our sails, They must look sharp about it!” says ALBERT OF WALES. “It is rather slow work, this,” then ALBERT said he. “And to stand and do nothing will hardly suit me. At the side of yon hill, where those clouds of smoke hang, Are the enemy’s cannon――hark! there they go――BANG! Let us try to surprise them――a rush seldom fails: Balaclava the Second!” shouts ALBERT OF WALES. With a crash and a waving of sabres in air, Down they swoop on the gunners――and how these last stare! But although they are startled, not one of them runs: They are Britons, and doggedly stick to their guns, “Now surrender!” (a bombardier thus the PRINCE hails): “Do you yield?”――“No, but _you_ do!” says ALBERT OF WALES.