our Excellency!

By a different hand, from the southward Hungarian regions, far over the
Hills, take this other entry; almost of enthusiastic style:--

"PRESBURG, 25th JUNE. Maria Theresa, in high spirits about her English
Subsidy and the bright aspects, left Vienna about a week ago for
Presburg [a drive of fifty miles down the fine Donau country]; and is
celebrating her Coronation there, as Queen of Hungary, in a very sublime
manner. Sunday, 25th June, 1741, that is the day of putting on your
Crown,--Iron Crown of St. Stephen, as readers know. The Chivalry of
Hungary, from Palfy and Esterhazy downward, and all the world are there;
shining in loyalty and barbaric gold and pearl. A truly beautiful
Young Woman, beautiful to soul and eye, devout too and noble, though
ill-informed in Political or other Science, is in the middle of it, and
makes the scene still more noticeable to us. See, as the finish of
the ceremonies, she has mounted a high swift horse, sword girt to her
side,--a great rider always, this young Queen;--and gallops, Hungary
following like a comet-tail, to the Konigsberg [KING'S-HILL so called;
no great things of a Hill, O reader; made by barrow, you can see],
to the top of the Konigsberg; there draws sword; and cuts, grandly
flourishing, to the Four Quarters of the Heavens: 'Let any mortal, from
whatever quarter coming, meddle with Hungary if he dare!' [Adelung, ii.
293, 294.] Chivalrous Hungary bursts into passionate acclaim; old Palfy,
I could fancy, into tears; and all the world murmurs to itself, with
moist-gleaming eyes, 'REX NOSTER!' This is, in fact, the beautifulest
King or Queen that now is, this radiant young woman; beautiful things
have been, and are to be, reported of her; and she has a terrible voyage
just ahead,--little dreaming of it at this grand moment. I wish his
Britannic Majesty, or Robinson who has followed out hither, could
persuade her to some compliance on the Silesian matter: what a thing
were that, for herself, and for all mankind, just now! But she will not
hear of that; and is very obstinate, and her stupid Hofraths equally
and much more blamably so. Deaf to hard Facts knocking at their door;
ignorant what Noah's-Deluges have broken out upon them, and are rushing
on inevitable."

By a notable coincidence, precisely while those sword-flourishings go
on at Presburg, Marechal Excellency Belleisle is making his Public Entry
into Frankfurt-on-Mayn: [25th June, 1741 (Adelung, ii. 399