sen as ally; tickling the poor wretch with other baits.
Of the Kaiser he had really meant all along, there was dead silence,
except between the parties; no whisper heard, for six months after it
had been agreed upon; none, for two or near three months after formal
settlement, and signing and sealing. Karl Albert's Treaty with Belleisle
was 18th May, 1741; and he did not declare himself a Candidate till
1st-4th July following. [Adelung, ii. 357, 421.] Belleisle understands
the Nightmare Parliaments, the electioneering art, and how to deal
with Enchanted Wiggeries. More perfect master, in that sad art, has not
turned up on record to one's afflicted mind. Such a Sun-god, and doing
such a Scavengerism! Belleisle, in the sixth month (end of August,
1741), feels sure of a majority. How Belleisle managed, after that, to
checkmate George of England, and make even George vote for him, and the
Kaiserwahl to be unanimous against Grand-Duke Franz, will be seen. Great
are Belleisle's doings in this world, if they were useful either to God
or man, or to Belleisle himself first of all!--

TEUTSCHLAND TO BE CARVED INTO SOMETHING OF SYMMETRY, SHOULD THE
BELLEISLE ENTERPRISES SUCCEED.

Belleisle's schemes, in the rear of all this labor, are grandiose to a
degree. Men wonder at the First Napoleon's mad notions in that kind. But
no Napoleon, in the fire of the revolutionary element; no Sham-Napoleon,
in the ashes of it: hardly a Parisian Journalist of imaginative turn,
speculating on the First Nation of the Universe and what its place
is,--could go higher than did this grandiose Belleisle; a man with
clear thoughts in his head, under a torpid Louis XV. Let me see, thinks
Belleisle. Germany with our Bavarian for Kaiser; Germany to be cut
into, say, Four little Kingdoms: 1. Bavaria with the lean Kaiserhood;
2. Saxony, fattened by its share of Austria; 3. Prussia the like;
4. Austria itself, shorn down as above, and shoved out to the remote
Hungarian parts: VOILA. These, not reckoning Hanover, which perhaps we
cannot get just yet, are Four pretty Sovereignties. Three, or Two, of
these hireable by gold, it is to be hoped. And will not France have
a glorious time of it; playing master of the revels there, egging one
against the other! Yes, Germany is then, what Nature designed it, a
Province of France: little George of Hanover himself, and who knows
but England after him, may one day find their fate inevitable, like the
others. O Louis,