Austria does not seem happy yet, though the Emperor of
Germany has been in Vienna, and the Prince of Wales has been hunting bears unsuccessfully in Transylvania. The Preraclenblatt, a semi-official journal, has this week expressed grave apprehension at a further movement of Russian troops from the interior to the frontier of Galicia. On a re- monstrance from the whole Press, the Premclenblatt ex- plains away its declaration, and professes to believe in peace ; but it adheres stoutly to its view of the facts. That is very much as if a householder were to say that he felt quite safe, but that he had seen a burglar lurking at the back-door, and is not exactly reassuring. The truth, we imagine, is that the Austrian Chancellor knows that the Balkan States may burst into a flame at any moment, and cannot bear to see the easy- going aristocrats through whom he has to work sinking once more into their placid optimism. He wants everybody to be ready, and, outside Prussia, no German not a Professor was ever quite ready yet. It is a curious situation, very like that of a nurse when she wants to keep children attentive without waking mamma by her rebukes.
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