ST-i Ten Years of my Life. 



As it is almost impossible to mention all interesting things 

 and persons I saw during my ^stay in Coblentz, if continuing 

 in the manner in which I commenced, in hope to save space 

 I think it better to follow my diary, and dwell on those inci- 

 dents which seem to deserve it. 



At the end of June my Catholic lady friends was greatly ex- 

 cited, for they expected the arrival of the newly-appointed 

 Catholic Army Bishop, Mr. Namszanowski. The church was 

 beautifully decorated with flowers and garlands in his honour, 

 and on June 26 all the ladies of the sewing society assembled 

 in their rooms in the church, where the bishop was presented 



to us. He called at my house at noon, when Mrs. von G 



and Mrs. von C were with me ; we all knelt down, kissed 



his ring, and received his bles^«ing ; but Salm would not kneel 

 down, though he also kissed the ring of the bishop. He was, 

 however, frequently with him, and on July i we took supper 

 with him and four other priests at my enthusiastic friend's. 



When the season in Ems commenced we went frequently 

 there. On July 10 we rode over to pay our respects to the 

 Grand Duchess of Mecklenburg, the sister of our beloved 

 Emperor, whom she resembles very much, especially in man- 

 ner, her face beaming with true kindness. Jimmy, who had 

 accompanied me on this visit, as he had been especially invited 

 by the Grand Duchess, who is a great loverof dogs, established 

 himself at once on the sofa, and she was so pleased with my 

 impudent long-legged friend that she asked for a photograph 

 of him. 



On the T5th Countess Haake called, asking me and my 

 husband to come at four o'clock to see her, to pay our respects 

 to Princess Liegnitz, who would be there. As my husband 

 was in Ems I went alone. Princess Liegnitz, the consort of 

 Frederick William IH., the father of our Emperor, who is 

 much respected and beloved by the whole Royal Family, re- 

 ceived me very graciously, and when I went next morning to 

 the station to see her off she was so kind as to present me 

 with one of the many boquets she had received. 



On the same day I went with my husband, and the Here- 

 ditary Prince of Anholt and 'Uncle Plerrmann,' to Ransbach, 

 shooting roebucks. There I saw for the first time a roebuck 

 in the wood, and heard his voice. German hunters call his 

 cry ' schmaelen/ which verbally translated means scolding. We 



