She had begged much, last night! to be excused from the review.
But that could not be: "I must go," said the Queen after
reflection, "and you with me." Which they did;--and diversified
the pomp and circumstance of mock-war by a small unexpected scene.

Queen, Princess and the proper Dames had, by his Majesty's order,
to pass before the line: Princess in much trouble, "with three
caps huddled on me, to conceal myself," poor soul. Margraf of
Schwedt, at the head of his regiment, "looked swollen with rage,"
high hopes gone in this manner;--and saluted us with eyes turned
away. As for his Mother, the Dessau Margravine in high colors, she
was "blue in the face" all day. Lines passed, and salutations
done, her Majesty and Dames withdrew to the safe distance, to look
on:--Such a show, for pomp and circumstance, Wilhelmina owns, as
could not be equalled in the world. Such wheeling, rhythmic
coalescing and unfolding; accurate as clock-work, far and wide;
swift big column here, hitting swift big column there, at the
appointed place and moment; with their volleyings and trumpeting,
bright uniforms and streamers and field-music,--in equipment and
manoeuvre perfect all, to the meanest drummer or black
kettle-drummer:--supreme drill-sergeant playing on the thing, as
on his huge piano, several square miles in area! Comes of the Old
Dessauer, all this; of the "equal step;" of the abstruse
meditations upon tactics, in that rough head of his. Very pretty
indeed.--But in the mean while an Official steps up: cap in hand,
approaches the Queen's carriage; says, He is ordered to introduce
his Highness the Prince of Baireuth. Prince comes up accordingly;
a personable young fellow; intelligent-looking, self-possessed;
makes obeisance to her Majesty, who answers in frosty politeness;
and--and Wilhelmina, faint, fasting, sleepless all night, fairly