s the man that could do these businesses, and
bring about the Double-Marriage itself, if her Majesty were not so harsh
upon him. Whereupon her Majesty, reporting to Dubourgay, threw out the
hint, "What if we (that is, you) did give him a forty or fifty thousand
thalers verily, for he will do anything for money?" To which Townshend
answers from the Gohrde, to the effect: "Pooh, he is a mere bag of
noxious futilities; consists of gall mainly, and rusty old lies and
crotchets; breathing very copperas through those old choppy lips of his:
let him go to the--!" Next Spring, at the happy end of the Arbitration,
which he had striven all he could to mar and to retard, he fell quite
ill; took to his bed for two days,--colics, or one knows not what;--"and
I can't say I am very sorry for him," writes the respectable Dubourgay.
[25th April, 1730.] On the 8th day of September, 1729, Friedrich
Crown-Prince re-enters Potsdam [Ib. 11th Sept. 1729.] with his two
battalions of Giants; he has done so well, the King goes out from Berlin
to see him march in with them; rejoicing to find something of a soldier
in the young graceless, after all. "The King distributed 100,000 thalers
(15,000 pounds) among his Army;" being well pleased with their behavior,
and doubtless right glad to be out of such a Business. The Ahlden
Heritages will now get liquidated; Mecklenburg,--our Knyphausen, with
the Hanover Consorts, will settle Mecklenburg; and all shall be well
again, we hope!--

The fact, on some of these points, turned out different; but it was now
of less importance. As to Knyphausen's proceedings at Mecklenburg, after
the happy Peace, they were not so successful as had been hoped. Need
of quarrel, however, between the Majesties, there henceforth was not in
Mecklenburg; and if slight rufflings and collisions did arise, it was
not till after our poor Double-Marriage was at any rate quite out of the
game, and they are without significance to us. But the truth is, though
Knyphausen did his best, no settlement came; nor indeed could ever come.
Shall we sum up that sorry matter here, and wash our hands of it?

TROUBLES OF MECKLENBURG, FOR THE LAST TIME.

Knyphausen, we say, proved futile; nor could human wit have succeeded.
The exasperated Duke was contumacious, irrational; the two Majesties
kept pulling different ways upon him. Matters grew from very bad to
worse; and Mecklenburg continued long a running sore. Not many months
after this (I th