"

The weather was bitterly cold; we had brought no clothes; my dames and
I nothing earthly but a black ANDRIENNE each (whatever that may be),
to spare bulk of luggage: strictest incognito was indispensable.
The Marwitzes, for giggling, raillery, French airs, and absolute
impertinence, were intolerable, in that solitary place. We return to
Frankfurt again; have balls and theatres, at least: "of these latter I
missed none. One evening, my head-dress got accidentally shoved awry,
and exposed my face for a moment; Prince George of Hessen-Cassel,
who was looking that way, recognized me; told the Prince of Orange of
it;--they are in our box, next minute!"

Prince George of Hessen-Cassel, did readers ever hear of him before?
Transiently perhaps, in Friedrich's LETTERS TO HIS FATHER; but have
forgotten him again; can know him only as the outline of a shadow. A
fat solid military man of fifty; junior Brother of that solid WILHELM,
Vice-regent and virtual "Landgraf of Hessen"--(VICE an elder and eldest
Brother, FRIEDRICH, the now Majesty of Sweden, who is actual Hereditary
Landgraf, but being old, childless, idle, takes no hold of it, and quite
leaves it to Wilhelm),--of whom English readers may have heard, and will
hear. For it is Wilhelm that hires us those "subsidized 6,000," who go
blaring about on English pay (Prince George merely Commandant of them);
and Wilhelm, furthermore, has wedded his Heir-Apparent to an English
Princess lately; [Princess Mary (age only about seventeen), 28th June,
1740; Prince's name was Friedrich (became Catholic, 1749; WIFE made
family-manager in Consequence, &c. &c.).] which also (as the poor young
fellow became Papist by and by) costs certain English people, among
others, a good deal of trouble. Uncle George, we say, is merely
Commandant of those blaring 6,000; has had his own real soldierings
before this; his own labors, contradictions, in his time; but has borne
all patiently, and grown fat upon it, not quarrelling with his burdens
or his nourishments. Perhaps we may transiently meet him again.

As to the Prince of Orange, him we have seen more than once in times
past: a young fellow in comparison, sprightly, reckoned clever, but
somewhat humpbacked; married an English Princess, years ago ("Papa, if
he were as ugly as a baboon!")--which fine Princess, we find, has stopt
short at Cassel, too fatigued on the present occasion. "His ESPRIT,"
continues Wilhelmina, "and his conversation, delighted