Reichenbach from his perch thus hoarsely chants:-- TO THE HERR GRUMKOW AT BERLIN.
LONDON, 11th APRIL.

'Reichenbach EST COUP-DE-FOUDRE,--is struck by lightning,--to hear these Berlin news;'-- and expresses, in the style of a whipt dog, his sorrows, uncertainties and terrors, on the occasion.
"Struck with lightning.

Feel myself quite ill, and not in a condition to write much today.

It requires another head than mine to veer round so often (_changer si souvent de systame_).

In fine, _Nosti est au bout de son latin_ (is at his wit's end, poor devil)! Both Majesties have spoken openly of the favorable news from Berlin; funds rose in consequence.
New Minister [Walpole come to the top of the Firm, Townshend soon to withdraw, impatient of the bottom] is all-powerful now: O TEMPORA, O MORES!" "I receive universal congratulations, and have to smile" in a ghastly manner.