My poor old Uncle; he was so good to me in boyhood, in those old days, when I blooded Cousin George's nose! Not unkind, ah, only proud and sad; and was called sulky, being of few words and heavy-laden.

Ah me, your Excellenz; if the little nightingales have all fallen silent, what may not I, his Son and nephew, do ?--And the rugged Majesty blubbered with great tenderness; having fountains of tears withal, hidden in the rocky heart of him, not suspected by every one.

[Dubourgay's Despatches, in the State-Paper Office.] I add only that the Fabrice, who had poor George in his arms that night, is a man worth mentioning.

The same Fabrice (Fabricius, or perhaps GOLDSCHMIDT in German) who went as Envoy from the Holstein-Gottorp people to Charles XII.

in his Turkish time; and stayed with his Swedish Majesty there, for a year or two, indeed till the catastrophe came.