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We have to express our acknowledgments to Dr. Birch for permission to make use of this valuable collection. PERROT, GUILLAUME ET DELBET, Exploration archéologique de la Galatie, vol. ii. pl. 32. Exploration archéologique, vol. ii. pl. 11. LAYARD, Discoveries, p. 508. PLACE, Ninive, vol. ii. pp. 68-70.

Professor Pierre Delbet vouches for the implicit accuracy of this characteristic conversation between his mother and the young lieutenant-general of the Prussian Guard Corps. Saturday, September 12. Forty-first day of the war. Rain and drizzle with southwesterly wind. Thermometer at five P.M. 15 degrees centigrade. Good news.

While sipping tea, the general said: "Madame, when you become a German, as will surely be the case, you will be proud to recollect that you witnessed the passage of my troops over your bridge. I shall have a bronze tablet made and placed over your gate to commemorate the event." When Madame Delbet protested, the general burst into a hearty laugh, and said: "Why, Madame, that is already settled.

The general approached Madame Delbet and with great courtesy placed two comfortable armchairs in a shady nook of the courtyard, and by an invitation that seemed to be a command, requested her to take a seat and see "the little Prussian review that would surely be interesting."

Madame Delbet said that she thought the Russians had made considerable progress since the Japanese war. "Ah, yes, perhaps, but they have no real army yet!" The general then remarked: "Now about the French. You, yourself, Madame, must be aware, as you belong to a medical family, that the French are absolutely degenerate. The French have come to the end of their tether!

Professor Delbet went yesterday to visit his mother at her country house situated in a village on the Grand Morin River, in the heart of the region where the fighting took place a few days ago. Madame Delbet's house is in the center of the village, and on her grounds a small wooden bridge connects the courtyard and flower garden with the vegetable garden on the other bank.

Madame Delbet admitted that this praise was fully justified, for the troops and horses were quite fresh, their uniforms and equipments were all spick and span, and the officers even wore fresh, unspotted gloves. On Sunday the general took his departure. As he came to bid Madame Delbet good-by, he said: "I am going to Paris, Madame, and if I can be of any service to you there, kindly let me know."

"A Paris!" and "Plus Paris!" are words that Madame Delbet says will always ring in her ears, for these phrases exactly describe the picturesque side glimpse of the war that passed in her pretty little courtyard, lined with rose-bushes, near her rustic wooden bridge.

As to the other Frenchmen who survive the war, we have arranged to export them all to North and South America!" "But, General," replied Madame Delbet, "we have had at least some success during the war." "None whatever, Madame!" "Why! We have captured some flags, anyway!" "Where did you see that?" "In the newspapers." "The French, English, and American newspapers publish nothing but lies.

We tried to put them in whatever shelter was available." Professor Pierre Delbet, of the Paris Faculty of Medicine, relates an extraordinary conversation between a young general commanding a division of the Prussian Guard Corps and Doctor Delbet's mother, who is a venerable lady of seventy-seven.