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Crown-Prince shall have to know. The Heir-Apparent's Wife (actual
Kaiser's Niece, late Kaiser Joseph's Daughter, a severe Austrian lady,
haughtier than lovely) has stayed at home in Dresden.

But here, at first hand, is a slight view of that unique Polish Majesty,
the Saxon Man of Sin; which the reader may be pleased to accept out of
idle curiosity, if for no better reason. We abridge from Wilhelmina; [i.
124.] whom Fassmann, kindled to triple accuracy by this grand business,
is at hand to correct where needful: [_Des glorwurdigsten Fursten und
Herrn, Herrn Friedrich Augusti des Grossen Leben und Helden-Thaten_ (Of
that most glorious Prince and Lord, Lord Friedrich August the Great,
King of Poland, &c., the Life and Heroic Deeds), by D. F. (David
Fassmann), Frankfurt and Leipzig, 1734; 12mo, pp. 1040. A work written
with upturned eyes of prostrate admiration for "DERO MAJESTAT ('Theiro'
Majesty) AUGUST THE GREAT;" exact too, but dealing merely with the
CLOTHES of the matter, and such a matter: work unreadable, except on
compulsion, to the stupidest mortal. The same Fassmann, who was at the
Fair of St. Germain, who lodged sometimes with the Potsdam Giant, and
whose ways are all fallen dark to us.] "The King of Poland arrived upon
us at Berlin on the 29th of May," says Wilhelmina; had been at Potsdam,
under Friedrich Wilhelm's care, for three days past: Saturday afternoon,
29th May, 1728; that is with exactitude the ever-memorable date.

He paid his respects in her Majesty's apartment, for an instant, that
evening; but made his formal visit next day. Very grand indeed. Carried
by two shining parti-colored creatures, heyducs so-called, through
double rows of mere peerages and sublimities, in a sublime sedan (being
lame of a foot, foot lately amputated of two toes, sore still open): "in
a sedan covered with red velvet gallooned with gold," says the devout
Fassmann, tremblingly exact, "up the grand staircase along the grand
Gallery;" in which supreme region (Apartments of the late King Friedrich
of gorgeous memory) her Majesty now is for the occasion. "The Queen
received him at the door of her third Antechamber," says Wilhelmina;
third or outmost Antechamber, end of that grand Gallery and its peerages
and shining creatures: "he gave the Queen his hand, and led her in." We
Princesses were there, at least the grown ones of us were. All standing,
except the Queen only. "He refused to sit, and again refused;" stoically
talked