after
mentioning only that Friedrich's lodging is not in Strehlen proper,
but in Woiselwitz, a village or suburb almost half a mile off, and very
negligently guarded,--we have to record an Adventure which then made a
great deal of noise in the world.

Warkotsch is a rich lord; Schonbrunn only one of five or six different
Estates which he has in those parts; though, not many years ago, being
younger brother, he was a Captain in the Austrian service (Regiment
BOTTA, if you are particular); and lay in Olmutz,--with very dull
oulooks; not improved, I should judge, by the fact that Silesia and the
Warkotsch connections were become Prussian since this junior entered
the Austrian Army. The junior had sown his wild oats, and was already
getting gray in the beard, in that dull manner, when, about seven years
ago, his Elder Brother, to whom Friedrich had always been kind, fell
unwell; and, in the end of 1755, died: whereupon the junior saw himself
Heir; and entered on a new phase of things. Quitted his Captaincy,
quitted his allegiance; and was settled here peaceably under his
new King in 1756, a little while before this War broke out. And, at
Schonbrunn, October 5th, 1761, has had his Majesty himself for guest.

Warkotsch was not long in riding over to Strehlen to pay his court,
as in duty bound, for the honor of such a Visit; and from that time,
Kappel, every day or two, had to attend him thither. The King had always
had a favor for Warkotsch's late Brother, as an excellent Silesian
Landlord and Manager, whose fine Domains were in an exemplary condition;
as, under the new Warkotsch too, they have continued to be. Always
a gracious Majesty to this Warkotsch as well; who is an old soldier
withal, and man of sense and ingenuity; acceptable to Friedrich, and
growing more and more familiar among Friedrich's circle of Officers now
at Strehlen.

To Strehlen is Warkotsch's favorite ride; in the solitary country, quite
a charming adjunct to your usual dull errand out for air and exercise.
Kappel, too, remarks about this time that he (Kappel) gets once and
again, and ever more frequently, a Letter to carry over to Siebenhuben,
a Village three or four miles off; the Letter always to one Schmidt,
who is Catholic Curate there; Letter under envelope, well sealed,--and
consisting of two pieces, if you finger it judiciously. And, what
is curious, the Letter never has any address; Master merely orders,
"Punctual; for Curatus Schmidt, you kno