Born in 1856 so no 1870 for him.... Anecdote... But it is still far from late. It is only nine o'clock and the Duke's hospitality will not be denied. So we went to the Europ?ischer Hof, where the Duke ordered a sumptuous cham- pagne supper. There we stayed for several hours talking of the wonderful things we had seen together during the last few days, commonplace enough for him who is a soldier, but the more exciting and unforgettable to me. The witching hour of midnight had already struck when we quite suddenly caught sight of the Deputy-Governor of Metz, General von Pelkmann of the Artillery, a little man with a grey moustache, very eccentric, with very decided views on life, on the universe, and on the whole creation generally. In his company was Baron von Tauchnitz. That the latter was " Kommandeur der Kraftfahriruppen des Armeeober kommando Falkenhausen " was not to be wondered at, for he was no less a person than the nephew of the head of the great publish- ing firm known throughout the Continent by its " Collection of British Authors, Tauchnitz Edition." This chance acquaint- ance, in itself very agreeable, had the result that I could not resist the temptation to accompany Baron Tauchnitz on the following morning to Blamont, where a fight was to take place and where a French position was to be stormed.