number of Austrians in the face, has wheeled about, converted by the fast flashes of the needle-gun; and the gallant Captain, who would fight like an Achilles should opportunity offer, is a fair type of his fellows.  There is a complete change of front.  The English are countermarching, and will take up their former ground,—­if they have not already taken it,—­that on which they stood when their Parliament thanked Bluecher and his Prussians for helping Wellington and his Britons strike down Napoleon and the French.  Prussia now means a united Germany, to be ruled by the house of Hohenzollern, whose head is an old king of threescore and ten years, and who must, in the regular course of things, soon be displaced by a bold young prince, whose brows are thickly covered with laurels gathered on the field of Sadowa, and whose wife is the eldest child of Queen Victoria.  Why should not Protestant England rejoice with Protestant Prussia, and see her successes with gladness?  Sure enough; and English joy over the prodigious Prussian triumph of last summer ought to be the most natural thing in the world.  But we cannot forget what was the color of English opinion down to the time when it was demonstrated by the logic of cannon that the Prussian cause was perfectly pure, and that it was to fly in the face of Providence to question its excellence.  If ever a man was hated in England, Count Bismarck had the honor of being thus hated.  And it was an honor; for next to the love of a great people, their hatred is the best evidence of a man’s greatness.  Napoleon in 1807 was not more detested by Englishmen than Bismarck in 1866.  The obnoxious Prussian statesman was not even respected, for he had done nothing to command the respect of enemies.  From the tone in which he was talked of, it was plain that the English considered him to be a mischievous, malicious, elfish sort of creature, who could not do anything that would deserve to be considered great, but who did his utmost to make himself and his country the nuisances of Europe.  Books have been made from English journals to show how extraordinarily they berated this country during the Secession war, because Americans were so brutally perverse and so selfishly silly as not to submit their country’s throat to the Southern sabre for the benefit of Britain, which condescends to think that our national existence is something not altogether compatible with her safety.  But a collection made from the same journals of articles assailing Prussia in general, and Count Bismarck in particular, would be even richer than anything that has been collected to show English sympathy with gentlemen who were fighting valiantly to establish that “better kind of civilization” which is based on slavery.  All is now changed toward Prussia, as most has been changed toward us for twenty months, ever since the fall of Richmond.  If Prussia should not soon establish a “cordial understanding” with England, vice France discarded, it will be because she