His first aim is to find out the ridiculous side of every one, and he loves to banter and quiz.

It is a fault in a Prince: he ought to know people's faults, and not to make them known to anybody whatever,"-- which, we perceive, is not quite the method with private gentlemen of the all-wise type!-- "I speak to your Excellency as a friend; and assure you he is a Prince who has talent, but who will be the slave of his passions (SE FERA DOMINER PAR SES PASSIONS,"-- not a felicitous prophecy, Herr General); "and will like nobody but such as encourage him therein.

For me, I think all Princes are cast in the same mould; there is only a more and a less.
"At parting, he embraced me twice; and said, 'I am sorry I cannot stay longer; but another time I will profit better.' Wolden [one of the Three] told me he could not describe how well-intentioned for your Excellency the Prince-Royal is [cunning dog!], who says often to Wolden [doubtless guessing it will be re-said], 'If I cannot show him my gratitude, I will his posterity:'"-- profoundly obliged to the Grumkow kindred first and last!--"I remain your Excellency's" most pipe-clayed "VON SCHULENBURG." [Forster, iii.

71-73.] And so, after survey of the spademen at Carzig and Himmelstadt (where Colonel Wreech, by the way, is AMTS-HAUPTMANN, official Head-Man), after shooting a SPIESSER or two, and dining and talking in this sort, his Royal Highness goes to sleep at Massin; and ends one day of his then life.

We proceed to Letter No.