On the other hand, some would have it noted, How "the nightingales in Herrenhausen Gardens had all ceased singing for the year, that night he died,"-- out of loyalty on the part of these little birds, it seemed presumable.

[See Kohler, _Munzbelustigungen,_ x.

88.] What we know is, he was journeying towards Hanover again, hopeful of a little hunting at the Gorhde; and intended seeing Osnabruck and his Brother the Bishop there, as he passed.

That day, 21st June, 1727, from some feelings of his own, he was in great haste for Osnabruck; hurrying along by extra-post, without real cause save hurry of mind.

He had left his poor old Maypole of a Mistress on the Dutch Frontier, that morning, to follow at more leisure.