was yet in nobody's thoughts, the Anspach Wedding [30th May,
1729] had gone on at Berlin. To Friedrich Wilhelm's satisfaction; not
to his Queen's, the match being but a poor one. The bride was Frederika
Louisa, not the eldest of their Daughters, but the next-eldest: younger
than Wilhelmina, and still hardly fifteen; the first married of the
Family. Very young she: and gets a very young Margraf,--who has been,
and still is a minor; under his Mother's guardianship till now: not
rich, and who has not had a good chance to be wise. The Mother--an
excellent magnanimous Princess, still young and beautiful, but laboring
silently under some mortal disease--has done her best to manage for him
these last four or five years; [Pollnitz, _Memoirs and Letters_ (English
Translation, London, 1745), i. 200-204. There are "MEMOIRS of Pollnitz,"
then "MEMOIRS AND LETTERS," besides the "MEMOIRS of Brandenburg"
(posthumous, which we often cite); all by this poor man. Only the last
has any Historical value, and that not much. The first two are only
worth consulting, cautiously, as loose contemporary babble,--written for
the Dutch Booksellers, one can perceive.] and, as I gather, is impatient
to see him settled, that she may retire and die.

Friday forenoon, 19th May, 1729, the young Margraf arrived in person at
Berlin,--just seventeen gone Saturday last, poor young soul, and very
foolish. Sublime royal carriage met him at the Prussian frontier; and
this day, what is more interesting, our "Crown-Prince rides out to meet
him; mounts into the royal carriage beside him;" and the two young fools
drive, in such a cavalcade of hoofs and wheels,--talking we know
not what,--into Potsdam; met by his Majesty and all the honors.
What illustrious gala there then was in Potsdam and the Court world,
read,--with tedium, unless you are in the tailor line,--described with
minute distinctness by the admiring Fassmann. [pp.396-401.] There are
Generals, high Ladies, sons of Bellona and Latona; there are dinners,
there are hautboys,--"two-and-thirty blackamoors," in flaming uniforms,
capable of cymballing and hautboying "up the grand staircase, and round
your table, and down again," in a frightfully effective manner, while
you dine. Madame Kamecke is to go as Oberhofmeisterinn to Anspach; and
all the lackeys destined thither are in their new liveries, blue turned
up with red velvet. Which is delightful to see. Review of the Giant
grenadiers cannot fail; conspicuous