But that was not enough: unfathomable Destiny ventured now on Imperial Heads (WAGTE SICH AUCH AN KAISER-KRONEN): Karl VI., namely, and Russia's great, Monarchess;"-- an audacity to be remarked.

Of Russia's great Monarchess (Czarina Anne, with the big cheek) we will say nothing at present; but of Karl VI.
only,--abridging much, and studying arrangement.
"Thursday, October 13th, returning from Halbthurn, a Hunting Seat of his," over in Hungary some fifty miles, "to the Palace Favorita at Vienna, his Imperial Majesty felt slightly indisposed,"-- indigestion of mushrooms or whatever it was: had begun AT Halbthurn the night before, we rather understand, and was the occasion of his leaving.

"The Doctors called it cold on the stomach, and thought it of no consequence.

In the night of Saturday, it became alarming;" inflammation, thought the Doctors, inflammation of the liver, and used their potent appliances, which only made the danger come and go; "and on the Tuesday, all day, the Doctors did not doubt his Imperial Majesty was dying.

["Look me in the eyes; pack of fools; you will have to dissect me, you will then know:" Any truth in all that?
No matter.] "At noon of that Tuesday he took the Sacrament, the Pope's Nuncio administering.