The papers have been filled all the week with tedious
accounts of a grand reception given by the King and Queen of the Belgians to 1,000 British Volunteers. The reception was very kind, the British carried off many prizes, and Colonel Loyd-Lindsay was obliged to tell some of his followers not to make such a noise in the hotels,—in other words, not to get so very drunk. A Belgian can drink, too, but then he is silent in his liquor, and rather des- pises his warmer-blooded rival. The meaning of the ceremonial is that the Belgians are seriously afraid for their independence, and will be much obliged if England will uphold it for them, which may or may not be done, but certainly will not be affected by volunteer receptions.