What they wanted in pace, however, they amply made up for in tongue, having, by Monday morning, had time to turn their wind, and the cry was revived, and, though in tones somewhat less expressive of eagerness, it was, I think, rather louder than before. On Tuesday, however, the scent evidently began to grow cold.

But, on Thursday, after a tedious fault,* and when only now-and-then a disregarded yelp was to be heard, the whole pack, as if their mouths had been opened by one and the same wire, set up a full and most melodious cry, upon the arrival of sundry letters from various ports in the Baltic, Holland, France, and elsewhere, all perfectly concurring in the important facts, that the French had been defeated, with the loss of 60,000 men, 80 pieces of artillery, and that they were retreating through the Prussian states with the utmost precipitation.*

Alas! it was a mere transitory effect of the political red-herring; for, on the Saturday, the scent became as cold as a stone.