things are all ticketed and ready in his Majesty's
country; things, and still more evidently men. Within a week, the amazed
Gazetteers (Newspaper Editors we now call them) can behold the actual
advent of horse, foot and artillery regiments at Magdeburg; actual
rendezvous begun, and with a frightful equable velocity going on day
after day. On the 15th day of September, if Fate's almanac hold
steady, there will be 44,000 of them ready there. Such a mass of
potential-battle as George or the Hanover Officiality are--ready to
fight?

Alas, far enough from that. Forces of their own they have, after a sort;
subsidized Hessians, Danes, these they can begin to stir up; but they
have not a regiment ready for fighting; and have NOTHING, if all were
ready, which this 44,000 cannot too probably sweep out of the world.
I suppose little George must have exhibited some prismatic colors of
countenance, too. This insulted Orson is swinging a tremendous club upon
the little peruked ribboned high gentleman, promenading loftily in
his preserves yonder! The Prussian forces march, steady, continual;
Crown-Prince Friedrich's regiment of Giants is on march, expressly under
charge of Friedrich himself:--the young man's thoughts are not recorded
for us; only that he gets praise from his Father, so dexterous and
perfect is he with the Giants and their getting into gear. Nor is there,
says our Foreign Correspondent, the least truth, in your rumor that the
Prussian forces, officers or men, marched with bad will; "conspicuously
the reverse is the truth, as I myself can testify." [Pamphlet cited
above.] And his Britannic Majesty, now making a dreadful flutter to
assemble as fast as possible, is like to get quite flung into the bogs
by this terrible Orson!--

What an amazement, among the Gazetteers: thunder-clouds of war mounting
up over the zenith in this manner, and blotting out the sun; may produce
an effect on the Congress of Soissons? Presumably: and his Imperial
Majesty, left sitting desolate on his Pragmatic Sanction, gloomily
watching events, may find something turn up to his advantage? Prussia
and England are sufficiently in quarrel, at any rate; perhaps almost too
much.--The Pope, in these circumstances, did a curious thing. The Pope,
having prayed lately for rain and got it, proceeds now, in the end of
September, while such war-rumors are still at their height in Rome, to
pray, or even do a Public Mass, or some other so-called Pontificalit