and added, that surely they were good, in respect of my dear Husband.
'Well,' said he, 'let him quit soldiering, then, and give back his
regiment to the King. But for the rest, quiet yourself as to the fears
you may have about him if he do go; for I know, by certain information,
that there will be no blood spilt.'--'They are at the Siege of
Philipsburg, however.'--'Yes,' said my Brother, 'but there will not be a
battle risked to hinder it.'

"The Hereditary Prince," my Husband, "came in while we were talking so;
and earnestly entreated my Brother to get him away from Baireuth.
They went to a window, and talked a long time together. In the end, my
Brother told me he would write a very obliging Letter to the Margraf,
and give him such reasons in favor of the Campaign, that he doubted not
it would turn the scale. 'We will stay together,' said he, addressing
the Hereditary Prince; 'and I shall be charmed to have my dear
Brother always beside me.' He wrote the Letter; gave it to Baron Stein
[Chamberlain or Goldstick of ours], to deliver to the Margraf. He
promised to obtain the King's express leave to stop at Baireuth on his
return;--after which he went away. It was the last time I saw him on
the old footing with me: he has much changed since then!--We returned to
Baireuth; where I was so ill that, for three days, they did not think I
should get over it." [Wilhelmina, ii. 200-202.]

Crown-Prince dashes off, southwestward, through cross country, into
the Nurnberg Road again; gets to Nurnberg that same Saturday night; and
there, among other Letters, writes the following; which will wind up
this little Incident for us, still in a human manner:--

3. TO PRINCESS WILHELMINA AT BAIREUTH.

"NURNBERG, 3d July, 1734.

"MY DEAREST (TRES-CHERE) SISTER,--It would be impossible to quit this
place without signifying, dearest Sister, my lively gratitude for all
the marks of favor you showed me in the WEIHERHAUS [House on the Lake,
to-day]. The highest of all that it was possible to do, was that of
procuring me the satisfaction of paying my court to you. I beg millions
of pardons for so putting you about, dearest Sister; but I could not
help it; for you know my sad circumstances well enough. In my great joy,
I forgot to give you the Enclosed. I entreat you, write me often news of
your health! Question the Doctors; and"--and in certain contingencies,
the Crown-Prince "would recommend goat's-milk" for his poor Sister. Had
already, what w