is to find out the ridiculous side of every one, and he loves
to banter and quiz. It is a fault in a Prince: he ought to know people's
faults, and not to make them known to anybody whatever,"--which, we
perceive, is not quite the method with private gentlemen of the all-wise
type!--

"I speak to your Excellency as a friend; and assure you he is a Prince
who has talent, but who will be the slave of his passions (SE FERA
DOMINER PAR SES PASSIONS,"--not a felicitous prophecy, Herr General);
"and will like nobody but such as encourage him therein. For me, I think
all Princes are cast in the same mould; there is only a more and a less.

"At parting, he embraced me twice; and said, 'I am sorry I cannot stay
longer; but another time I will profit better.' Wolden [one of the
Three] told me he could not describe how well-intentioned for your
Excellency the Prince-Royal is [cunning dog!], who says often to Wolden
[doubtless guessing it will be re-said], 'If I cannot show him my
gratitude, I will his posterity:'"--profoundly obliged to the Grumkow
kindred first and last!--"I remain your Excellency's" most pipe-clayed

"VON SCHULENBURG."

[Forster, iii. 71-73.]

And so, after survey of the spademen at Carzig and Himmelstadt (where
Colonel Wreech, by the way, is AMTS-HAUPTMANN, official Head-Man), after
shooting a SPIESSER or two, and dining and talking in this sort, his
Royal Highness goes to sleep at Massin; and ends one day of his then
life. We proceed to Letter No. 3.

A day or two after No. 2, it would appear, his Majesty, who is commonly
at Wusterhausen hunting in this season, has been rapidly out to
Crossen, in these Landsberg regions (to south, within a day's drive
of Landsberg), rapidly looking after something; Grumkow and another
Official attending him;--other Official, "Truchsess," is Truchsess von
Waldburg, a worthy soldier and gentleman of those parts, whom we shall
again hear of. In No. 3 there is mention likewise of the "Kurfurst of
Koln,"--Elector of Cologne; languid lanky gentleman of Bavarian breed,
whom we saw last year at Bonn, richest Pluralist of the Church; whom
doubtless our poor readers have forgotten again. Mention of him; and
also considerable sulky humor, of the Majesty's-Opposition kind, on
Schulenburg's part; for which reason, and generally as a poor direct
reflex of time and place,--reflex by ruffled bog-water, through sedges,
and in twilight; dim but indubitable,--we give the Letter, though the