Having seen his outposts well arranged, and left no point uncared for, he withdrew to a fire near the roadside and sat down. A regiment of cavalry, the 12th, happened to come up soon after he had taken his seat. It was commanded by one of the bravest soldiers, through of the gentlest nature, that ever wore a British uniform, Lieut.-Col. The Hon. Frederick Ponsonby, who, passing over to salute his friend and commander, found him busily engaged in the perusal of some English newspapers. A packet had just reached him, and the Duke began upon them forthwith, reading aloud, and indulging in many a good joke at the expense of the fears of the home Government, as they were there described. To speak of such a man as at any moment liable to be "surprised," is to exhibit a marvellously slight acquaintance with human nature. He who is surprised must lose self-possession; and if he be attacked in some manner upon which he had never calculated, his means of repelling the attack will be to seek. But the loss of self-possession can hardly be predicated of one who, among the hurry of active operations, and in the very middle, so to speak, of a battle, is able to amuse himself, and all who come near him, as the Duke amused that night his staff, and the gallant soldier who joined himself to their company.
Quoted from Wellingtoniana: Anecdotes, Maxims, and Characteristics, of the Duke of Wellington. Selected by John Timbs; London: Ingram, Cooke and Co., 1852; p. 47 et seq.