already guessed
at by Friedrich, are in our time a secret to nobody that inquires about
them.

Certain enough, Peace with Friedrich is now on the way; and cannot well
linger:--what prospect has Austria otherwise? Its very supplies from
England will be stopped. Hyndford redoubles his diligence; Britannic
Majesty reiterates at Vienna: "Did not I tell you, Madam; there is no
hope or possibility till these Prussians are off our hands!" To which
her Hungarian Majesty, as the bargain was, now sorrowfully assents;
sorrowfully, unwillingly,--and always lays the blame on his Britannic
Majesty afterwards, and brings it up again as a great favor she had done
HIM. "Did not I give up my invaluable Silesia, the jewel of my crown,
for you, cruel Britannic Majesty with the big purse, and no heart
to speak of?" This she urges always, on subsequent occasions; the
high-souled Lady; reproachful of the patient, big-pursed little
Gentleman, who never answers as he might, "For ME, Madam? Well--!" In
short, Hyndford, Podewils and the Vienna Excellencies are busy.

Of these negotiations which go on at Breslau, and of the acres of
despatchcs, English, Austrian, and other, let us not say one word.
Enough that the Treaty is getting made, and rapidly,--though military
offences do not quite cease; clouds of Austrian Pandours hovering about
everywhere in Prince Karl's rear; pouncing down upon Prussian outposts,
convoys, mostly to little purpose; hoping (what proves quite futile)
they may even burn a Prussian magazine here or there. Contemptible to
the Prussian soldier, though very troublesome to him. Friedrich regards
the Pandour sort, with their jingling savagery, as a kind of military
vermin; not conceivable a Prussian formed corps should yield to any odds
of Pandour Tolpatch tagraggery. Nor does the Prussian soldier yield;
though sometimes, like the mastiff galled by inroad of distracted
weasels in too great quantity, he may have his own difficulties. Witness
Colonel Retzow and the Magazine at Pardubitz ("daybreak, May 24th")
VERSUS the infinitude of sudden Tolpatchery, bursting from the woods;
rabid enough for many hours, but ineffectual, upon Pardubitz and Retzow.
A distinguished Colonel this; of whom we shall hear again. Whose style
of Narrative (modest, clear, grave, brief), much more, whose vigilant
inexpugnable procedure on the occasion, is much to be commended to
the military man. [Given in Seyfarth, _Beylage,_ i. 548 et seqq.]
Friedrich