rnful, here is one little piece which ought to be
extricated into daylight:--

"MR. VINER (on his legs):... 'If I mistake not the true intention of the
Address proposed,' in answer to his Majesty's most gracious Speech from
the Throne, 'we are invited to declare that we will oppose the King of
Prussia in his attempts upon Silesia: a declaration in which I see
not how any man can concur who KNOWS NOT the nature of his Prussian
Majesty's Claim, and the Laws of the German Empire [NOR DO I, MR. V.]!
It ought therefore, Sir, to have been the first endeavor of those by
whom this Address has been so zealously supported, to show that his
Prussian Majesty's Claim, so publicly explained [BY KAUZLER LUDWIG, OF
HALLE, WHO, IT SEEMS, HAS STAGGERED OR CONVINCED MR. VINER], so firmly
urged and so strongly supported, is without foundation and reason, and
is only one of those imaginary titles which Ambition may always find to
the dominions of another.' (HEAR MR VINER!)" [Tindal, xx. 491, gives the
Royal Speech (DATE in a very slobbery condition); see also Coxe, _House
of Austria,_ iii. 365. Viner's Fragment of a Speech is in Thackeray,
_Life of Chatham,_ i. 87.]...

A most indispensable thing, surely. Which was never done, nor can ever
be done; but was assumed as either unnecessary or else done of its own
accord, by that Collective Wisdom of England (with a sage George II.
at the head of it); who plunged into Dettingen, Fontenoy, Austrian
Subsidies, Aix-la-Chapelle, and foundation of the English National Debt,
among other strange things, in consequence!--

Upon that of Kanzler Ludwig, and the "so public Explanation" (which we
slightly heard of long since), here is another Note,--unless readers
prefer to skip it:--

"That the Diplomatic and Political world is universally in travail at
this time, no reader need be told; Europe everywhere in dim anxiety,
heavy-laden expectation (which to us has fallen so vacant); looking
towards inevitable changes and the huge inane. All in travail;--and
already uttering printed Manifestoes, Patents, Deductions, and other
public travail-SHRIEKS of that kind. Printed; not to speak of the
unprinted, of the oral which vanished on the spot; or even of the
written which were shot forth by breathless estafettes, and unhappily
did not vanish, but lie in archives, still humming upon us, "Won't you
read me, then?"--Alas, except on compulsion, No! Life being precious
(and time, which is the stuff of life), No!--