to attack France through Belgium. Completely ignoring the neutrality of the latter, she demands to "just pass through peaceably," but being refused permission, so much the worse for those who are in the road. Personally speaking, I should say we are decidedly in the road--Aix-la-Chapelle--Liége--Namur. Don't you think the crow would agree with me?
We saw a charming spectacle this morning if anything connected with war can be so called,--a little company of mitrailleuses-à-chien, that is, small, shrapnel gun carriages drawn by the famous Belgian dogs. It sort of made my heart crinkle up to see those magnificent animals, detailed for fatal duty without doubt, pushing on so joyously. Straining in the traces and really smiling with their great tongues hanging out, they were performing their work, proud as Punch, and eager to get on.
In the afternoon we were suddenly startled by the booming of nearby cannon. I shall never forget the first sound of it! It might have been the La