On Monday, the great Naval Review, which we have com-
mented on elsewhere, took place at Spithead,—the Emperor of Germany, just gazetted an Admiral of the English Fleet, and the Prince of Wales steaming down the gaily decked avenue of ironclads, and holding a reception of all the Captains of the fleet on board the Howe,' the principal flag- ship. Then, as during the more minute inspection of special vessels on the previous day, the Kaiser showed intense interest and curiosity in all he saw. When looking at a new quick. firinggun on board the Teutonic,' be is said to have turned round to his brother with the exclamation,—" We must have one like that, and quick, too." Though the review may have been more gorgeous as a spectacle, the grandest and most impressive sight must have been what, for want of a better word, must be called the march-past of the fleet. The Royal yacht took up a position in Sandown Bay, and, standing on her paddle-box, the Emperor saw a line of ships ten miles long file by him, the vessels keeping their exact distances as if they were regiments swinging past a saluting-post. The squadrons engaged in this superb parade were those destined to carry out the forthcoming manceuvres off the Irish Coast, when a new attempt will be made to test the efficacy of steam blockades. They were proceeding from Spithead to their respective rendezvous.
