Let them look to it, then, lest it fare with them no better than with the Admiral, at his Paris wedding; for those gentlemen can hardly forgive such injuries, sine mercurio et arsenico sublimato." The Elector of Saxony was frantic with choler, and almost ludicrous in the vehemence of its expression.

Count John was unceasing in his exhortations to his brother to respect the sensitiveness of these important personages, and to remember how much good and how much evil it was in their power to compass, with regard to himself and to the great cause of the Protestant religion.

He reminded him, too, that the divorce had not been, and would not be considered impregnable as to form, and that much discomfort and detriment was likely to grow out of the whole proceeding, for himself and his family.

The Prince, however, was immovable in his resolution, and from the whole tone of his correspondence and deportment it was obvious that his marriage was one rather of inclination than of policy.

"I can assure you, my brother," he wrote to Count John, "that my character has always tended to this--to care neither for words nor menaces in any matter where I can act with a clear conscience, and without doing injury to my neighbour.