o begin by that.--PRINCE: I do
nothing that can displease the King.--SCHULENBURG: It would be a little
soon yet! But I speak of the future. Your Highness, the grand thing I
recommend is to fear God! Everybody says, you have the sentiments of an
honest man; excellent, that, for a beginning; but without the fear of
God, your Highness, the passions stifle the finest sentiments. Must lead
a life clear of reproach; and more particularly on the chapter of women!
Need not imagine you can do the least thing without the King's knowing
it: if your Highness take the bad road, he will wish to correct it; the
end will be, he will bring you back to live beside him; which will
not be very agreeable.--PRINCE: Hmph, No!--SCHULENBURG: Of the ruin to
health I do not speak; I--PRINCE: Pooh, one is young, one is not master
of that;"--and, in fact, on this delicate chapter, which runs to some
length, Prince answers as wildish young fellows will; quizzing my grave
self, with glances even at his Majesty, on alleged old peccadilloes of
ours. Which allegations or inferences I rebutted with emphasis. "But,
I confess, though I employed all my rhetoric, his mind did not seem
to alter; and it will be a miracle if he change on this head." Alas,
General! Can't be helped, I fear!

"He said he was not afraid of anything so much as of living constantly
beside the King.--SCHULENBURG: Arm yourself with patience, Monseigneur,
if that happen. God has given you sense enough; persevere to use it
faithfully on all occasions, you will gain the good graces of the
King.--PRINCE: Impossible; beyond my power, indeed, said he; and made a
thousand objections.--SCHULENBURG: Your Highness is like one that will
not learn a trade because you do not already know it. Begin; you will
certainly never know it otherwise! Before rising in the morning, form a
plan for your day,"--in fact, be moral, oh, be moral!

His Highness now got upon the marriages talked of for him; an important
point for the young man. He spoke, hopefully rather, of the marriage
with the Princess of Mecklenburg,--Niece of the late Czar Peter the
Great; Daughter of that unhappy Duke who is in quarrel with his Ritters,
and a trouble to all his neighbors, and to us among the number. Readers
recollect that young Lady's Serene Mother, and a meeting she once had
with her Uncle Peter,--at Magdeburg, a dozen years ago, in a public
drawing-room with alcove near; anecdote not lightly to be printed in
human types, no