The streets of Bucharest were gaily decorated on the 20th of October 1878, for Prince Charles, the hero of the people, was to enter the capital at the head of his victorious army. Garlands of flowers were hung from one house to another. A figure of Victory stood on the high triumphal arch, the so well deserved laurel wreath in her right hand. It was a lovely autumnal day, and from early morning the streets were filled with crowds of people eager to welcome the troops. Bands of music marched at the head of the procession, followed by a detachment of slightly wounded soldiers. Behind them fifty-six cannons rattled on, each bearing the name of the place where it had been captured. And then Prince Charles himself appeared. Who shall describe the shouts and acclamations which greeted him, and who count the wreaths which were thrown at his approach! His look was firm and yet gentle, and on that day he must have realised that his labours had not been in vain. The hearty welcome accorded to him showed more than all the flags and garlands that he had become the idol of his people. The troops followed their commander who had led them to victory with songs and cheers. Princess Elizabeth appeared in their midst in an open carriage, before which countless flowers were thrown by her grateful people. And what the soldiers sang was a war-song composed by their Princess. It had inspired them in the midst of many battles, and the following translation will give an idea of it:-- THE WATCH BY THE DANUBE. “Oh! doubt not and fear not, my Fatherland, My sword shall protect thee and shield thee, Though the cannon-roar of the hostile band Should summon thy sons to yield thee. Press onward to battle, for freedom’s our aim, King Carol is with us, he leads us to fame! The Danube she loves us, she bears us along To the battlefield’s daring and danger, And the billows they murmur, ‘Ye heroes, be strong, And drive out the Mussulman stranger.’ Press onward to battle, for freedom’s our aim, King Carol is with us, he leads us to fame! Then doubt not, and fear not, my Fatherland, For my strong right arm shall save thee; I’ll first cross my brow, and then, sword in hand, I’ll shatter the chains that enslave thee. Press onward to battle, for freedom’s our aim, King Carol will lead us to vict’ry and fame.”