An English ambulance under Mr. Young and Captain Furley was received by the German doctor with great enthusiasm, for medical comforts were growing scarce in the field hospital. The stores were carried into the doctor’s own room, and as the box of sundries was unpacked it was splendid to see the delight of the good man. “Porter,” he cried--“ganz gut! Ale--ganz gut! Chloroform--ach Gott! Twelve hundred cigars--du lieber Gott!” and his hands and eyes went up in delight and gratitude. The woollen clothing alone must have saved many lives. After supper that evening the German doctor got up and made a little speech. “Gentlemen, some people go about and make large promises which are never fulfilled. What an example of the contrary we have now before us! Mr. Young and Captain Furley heard of our state; they let no red tape stand in their way, and now this afternoon there comes jogging up our avenue a waggon bringing what is health--nay, what is life--to our poor sick and wounded. Here is the Englander all over, gentlemen--the bulldog that has no wind to spare in superfluous barking.” The officers present raised their glasses and shouted “Hochs!” for the English ambulance. It is pleasant to hear of such comradeship between men of different nations. The next day we are told that, after desperate fighting, the Head-quarters Staff of the German 12th Army Corps sat down to a very sombre dinner-table and spoke to one another in hushed voices, for many chairs were empty this dinner-time that had been occupied at breakfast. Not a man in the room but had lost dear friends, and many had lost kinsmen, and some had brothers lying out on the snow. On the forenoon of the fourth day there were found eight poor wretches who had survived the inclemency of two nights’ hard frost. Frostbitten, they lived two days after they were found. The Germans, after two days’ hard fighting, drove the French back into Paris, with the loss of 6,000 men; but they themselves were very disheartened. Their loss in officers was very large. The 108th Regiment lost thirty-six officers out of forty-five. In the knapsacks of the French soldiers were found provisions for six days, showing that they had hoped to co-operate with the Southern Army of the Loire. One day the Prince of Saxe-Weimar went to visit the wounded Würtembergers, a big man and a kindly heart. He went round with a box of cigars under his arm, asking each patient, “Can you smoke?” It was pitiful to see how they all tried to smoke, though some were too weak to enjoy their weed. Now the Prince comes upon a stalwart under officer. “Are you married?” “No, Highness; but my mother--she has three sons down, all wounded, and it might be bad for her.” The Prince took out a gold piece. “Here, my man, send that to the mother, and let her know it comes from your Queen.”