362-370, 409.] What a noise in England about nothing at all!--What a noisy Country, your Prussian Majesty! Foolish "rising sun" not restrainable there by the setting or shining one; opposition parties bowling him about among the constellations, like a very mad object!-- But in a month or two, there comes worse news out of England; falling heavy on the heart of Prussian Majesty: news that Queen Caroline herself is dead.

["Sunday evening, 1st December (20th Nov.), 1737." Ib.

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510-539.] Died as she had lived, with much constancy of mind, with a graceful modest courage and endurance; sinking quietly under the load of private miseries long quietly kept hidden, but now become too heavy, and for which the appointed rest was now here.

Little George blubbered a good deal; fidgeted and flustered a good deal: much put about, poor foolish little soul.

The dying Caroline recommended HIM to Walpole; advised his Majesty to marry again.