a united with the Sea-Powers, Pragmatic Sanction accepted
by them, subsidies again to be expected from them; Baby Carlos fitted
with his Apanages, in some tolerable manner; and the Problem, with which
Creation had groaned for some twenty years past, finally accomplished
better or worse.

Lyttelton himself will get a place in Prince Frederick's Household, and
then lose it; place in Majesty's Ministry at last, but not for a long
while yet. He will be one of Prince Frederick's men, of the Carterets,
Chesterfields, Pitts, who "patronize literature," and are in opposition
to dark Walpole; one of the "West-Wickham set;"--and will be of the
Opposition party, and have his adventures in the world. Meanwhile let
him go to Paris with Mr. Poyntz; and do his wisest there and elsewhere.

"Who's dat who ride astride de pony, So long, so lean, so lank and
bony? Oh, he be de great orator, Little-ton-y." [Caricature of 1741,
on Lyttelton's getting into the Ministry, with Carteret, Chesterfield,
Argyll, and the rest: see Phillimore's _Lyttelton_ (London, 1845), i.
110; Johnson's _Lives of the Poets,_ ? Lyttelton; &c. &c.]

For now we are round at Friedrich Wilhelm's Pomeranian Hunting again,
in the New-year's time of 1729; and must look again into the magnanimous
sick-room which ensued thereon; where a small piece of business is going
forward. What a magnanimous patient Friedrich Wilhelm was, in Fassmann's
judgment, we know: but, it will be good to show both sides of the
tapestry, and let Wilhelmina also speak. The small business is only, a
Treaty of Marriage for one of our Princesses: not Wilhelmina, but Louisa
the next younger, who has been asked, and will consent, as appears.

Fassmann makes a very touching scene of it. King is in bed, ill of
his gout after that slaughter of the 3,602 wild swine: attendants are
sitting round his Majesty, in the way we know; Queen Sophie at his head,
"Seckendorf and several others" round the bed. Letters arrive; Princess
Frederika Louisa, a very young Lady, has also had a Letter; which, she
sees by the seal, will be interesting, but which she must not herself
open. She steps in with it; "beautiful as an angel, but rather foolish,
and a spoilt child of fifteen," says Wilhelmina: trips softly in with
it; hands it to the King. "Give it to thy Mother, let her read it," says
the King. Mother reads it, with audible soft voice: Formal demand in
marriage from the Serenity of Anspach, as foreseen.

"Hearken,