For several days after Wednesday last, a number of persons in this town were almost in a fever of expectation as to the arrival of Prince Alfred, in the “St. George;” and in spite of official intimation that the Prince is to be considered on business when with the fleet, and, as a consequence, exempt from municipal honours and popular demonstrations, it was determined to make the most of him here. The forerunners of the “St. George” were boarded and teased by all sorts of enquiries; bills were posted about with the words “the arrival of Prince Alfred” upon them, and all imaginable measures taken to get up excitement. All, however, failed to draw a large number of strangers to the town; and we do not exceed the fact when we say that the visit of the Channel Squadron for a much briefer period in 1860, brought to the town ten times the number of strangers who have come on this occasion. The Mayor of Yarmouth, soon after the fleet arrived, offered to give the officers a dinner if they would accept the invitation; but it was declined. A ball was then offered to be got up, and it was promised that such of the officers as could attend would do so if the ships still remained in the Roads and provided it were got up for the earliest possible day—Monday. A ball was, therefore, decided on for that evening. But some uneasiness was felt as to the non-arrival of the “St. George” with Prince Alfred; and when, on Saturday, the ship did not appear, it began to be feared that she would not come, and the people consoled themselves with such information as that the Admiral—a jolly tar—had amused himself by playing a game of bowls at the Vauxhall Green, &c. Although Admiral Smart and the officers declined to dine with the Mayor on shore, they invited his worship and other gentlemen to dine with them afloat, which the Mayor accepted for Saturday night. On Sunday morning the “St. George” came quietly into the Roads through the Cockle Gat, and anchored at the northern end of the line of ships, abreast of the town, at about half-past eight o’clock. It was reported for some time that the ship which had just arrived was the “Donegal,” but as it became known that it really was the “St. George,” flags were run up in all directions, and persons went to work with their spy glasses, apparently hoping to catch a sight of the Prince. The steamtugs, which ran as passenger boats round the fleet, at once got better freights, and many who took trips in them returned under the impression that they had seen the Prince in the maintop of the “St. George.” Others would have it that the Prince was one of the young officers who was ashore on Sunday afternoon, walking leisurely up and down the drive and elsewhere; this turned out to be correct. But as the Prince was, happily for him, not