EASE YOUR MAJESTY, "I am at a loss whether I shall
congratulate or condole with you on your late victory; since the same
success that has covered you with laurels has overspread the Couutry of
MecklenburgH with desolation. I know, Sire, that it seems unbecoming my
sex, in this age of vicious refinement, to feel for one's Country, to
lament the horrors of war, or wish for the return of peace. I know you
may think it more properly my province to study the art of pleasing, or
to turn my thoughts to subjects of a more domestic nature: but, however
unbecoming it may be in me, I can't resist the desire of interceding for
this unhappy people.

"It was but a very few years ago that this territory wore the most
pleasing appearance. The Country was cultivated, the peasant looked
cheerful, and the towns abounded with riches and festivity. What an
alteration at present from such a charming scene! I am not expert at
description, nor can my fancy add any horrors to the picture; but sure
even conquerors themselves would weep at the hideous prospect now
before me. The whole Country, my dear Country, lies one frightful waste,
presenting only objects to excite terror, pity and despair. The
business of the husbandman and the shepherd are quite discontinued; the
husbandman and the shepherd are become soldiers themselves, and help to
ravage the soil they formerly occupied. The towns are inhabited only by
old men, women and children; perhaps here and there a warrior, by wounds
and loss of limbs rendered unfit for service, left at his door; his
little children hang round him, ask a history of every wound, and grow
themselves soldiers before they find strength for the field. But this
were nothing, did we not feel the alternate insolence of either army,
as it happens to advance or retreat. It is impossible to express the
confusion, even those who call themselves our friends create. Even those
from whom we might expect redress, oppress us with new calamities. From
your justice, therefore, it is that we hope relief; to you even children
and women may complain, whose humanity stoops to the meanest petition,
and whose power is capable of repressing the greatest injustice.

"I am, Sire, &c."

It is remarked that this Young Lady, so amiably melodious in tone,
though she might address to King Friedrich, seems to be writing to
the wind; and that she gives nothing of fact or picture in regard to
Mecklenburg, especially to Mecklenburg-STRELITZ, but w