A Lady's Glimpse of the Late War in Bohemia

DURING a long journey last summer on the Continent, many of my friends were firmly persuaded that I had, at last once, been taken prisoner by the Prussians; and, as some of my anxious relatives afterwards told me, their fears for my safety even induced them to apply to the Horse Guards, or the Foreign Secretary, for armed escorts, or Queens Messengers, to be sent out in search of me. It was to set their minds at rest that, during four months absence, I wrote the following pages, originally in the form of letters.