"SPECIAL TELEGRAMS."

Westport Times, Volume V, Issue 785, 7 March 1871, Page 3

"SPECIAL TELEGRAMS."

Ilinello .11 the following account little of Sedan which it has rey cable from its special correscruelly burlesques the sensaiegrams from the seat of war bound in the English papers : s a ptill, calm night, the glorious ;vs sailing through the sky j the as running water, the clouds udy ; the soldiers were soldierstepptd out of my tent and i over Von Moltke. He took and invited me to the tent of y f ' said I, ' what's your little y ante,' replied he, bien' added I. are a French spy, Ha ha;' grasping my collar. Ho ! ho. ish goot,' added I. your'e Dutch.' Sighed he me like a hot pair of tongs, tent we found the King, the Prince, Gen. Steinmetz, Gen. and Gen. Forsyth, f f ' said I, ' introduce me to the said he, 'this is Jenkins.' we went at the game. Bill is iod at it, but then he does'nt f chance beside Molty. The rince lost at least fourteen cents, is he had a splendid opportunity e his losses, in came an aide; ounced that the French had •e !' cried Von Moltke. dan,' replied the aide. ,w it,' said Molty. 'Bill I they had no horses for a reiage.' sve went out: The King into sit in his carriage with d Sheridan. We reached the loon shone; the mountains ntainous ; the trees were treey, soft September breeze was ismarek came up and asked the et him cut behind. " Bis " ike my seat, I'll take a trip to h camp.' tripped over to the French found things somewhat mixed, shone. Steadily the Prussian vance, and with a heroism f a better cause, the French The Emperor wanted to die ■ of Lis men. ;aid I, 'you'd better get up the are coming.' is,' said he, ' kiss me for my ai betrayed.' lidn't you have more chasserrender,' said he, ' get out a >k one of Eugenie's old pocketliefs which I found in the k it on the end of the sabre phew of his uncle, put Nap ■rage, jumped in myself, and lie Prussian camp. The moon nature smiled; the rivers were ivery; the Sedans were cherry. 'Nap,' said Bill, 'is the game up.' ' Bill,' said Nap, ' you've scored the ame. I leave my old clothes to the tegent. I hope she'll like the breeches.' Then he treated to cigarettes, and we Jl went back to our game of penry mte. Nap wouldn't join us. He said le'd just been playing a game with irowns ante and was busted. We'd lardly got the cards delt when Bill urned to Bis and asked,' I say Bis von't you run over and telegraph to the )ld woman something about our Fritz!' ' Let Jenkins go,' said Bis. 'Of course I assented to the proposition. ' Where the devil is Fritz ?' said Bill. ' Oh, he's been sleeping for the last two hours,' said Moltke. ' Never mind,' said Bill, ' telegraph a victory by Fritz.' So I telegraphed: ' A great victory has been won by our Fritz. What great jthings have we done for ourselves. We'll keep it up old woman.' ■ (Signed) Bill." When I reached the tent everybody was asleep. Nap was reclining gracefully on the breast of Bismarck, as affectionate y as if they were brothers-in-law. The moon shon, and the sky was skyey; the hills were hilly ; and all nature was getting up.