on parade with them our Crown-Prince
as Lieutenant-Colonel: "the beauty of this Corps as well as the
perfection of their EXERCITIA,"--ah yes, we know it, my dim old
friend. The Marriage itself followed, at Berlin, after many exercitia,
snipe-shootings, feastings, hautboyings; on the 30th of the month; with
torch-dance and the other customary trimmings; "Bride's garter cut
in snips" for dreaming upon "by his Royal Majesty himself." The
LUSTBARKEITEN, the stupendous public entertainments having ended, there
is weeping and embracing (MORE HUMANO); and the happy couple, so-called
happy, retire to Anspach with their destinies and effects.

A foolish young fellow, this new Brother-in-law, testifies Wilhelmina in
many places. Finances in disorder; Mother's wise management, ceasing
too soon, has only partially availed. King "has lent some hundreds of
thousands of crowns to Anspach [says Friedrich at a later period], which
there is no chance of ever being repaid. All is in disorder there, in
the finance way; if the Margraf gets his hunting and his heroning, he
laughs at all the rest; and his people pluck him bare at every hand."
[Schulenburg's Letter (in Forster, iii. 72).] Nor do the married couple
agree to perfection;--far from it: "hate one another like cat and dog
(like the fire, COMME LE FEU)," says Friedrich: [Correspondence
(more than once).] "his Majesty may see what comes of ill-assorted
marriages!"--In fact, the union proved none of the most harmonious;
subject to squalls always;--but to squalls only; no open tempest, far
less any shipwreck: the marriage held together till death, the Husband's
death, nearly thirty years after, divided it. There was then left one
Son; the same who at length inherited Baireuth too,--inherited Lady
Craven,--and died in Bubb Doddington's Mansion, as we often teach our
readers.

Last year, the Third Daughter was engaged to the Heir-Apparent of
Brunswick; will be married, when of age. Wilhelmina, flower of them
all, still hangs on the bush, "asked," or supposed to be "asked by four
Kings," but not attained by any of them; and one knows not what will
be her lot. She is now risen out of the sickness she has had,--not
small-pox at all, as malicious English rumor gave it in England;--and
"looks prettier than ever," writes Dubourgay.

Here is a marriage, then; first in the Family;--but not the
Double-Marriage, by a long way! The late Hanover Tornado, sudden
Waterspout as we called it, has que