Austria itself, shorn down as above, and shoved out to the remote Hungarian parts: VOILA.

These, not reckoning Hanover, which perhaps we cannot get just yet, are Four pretty Sovereignties.

Three, or Two, of these hireable by gold, it is to be hoped.

And will not France have a glorious time of it; playing master of the revels there, egging one against the other! Yes, Germany is then, what Nature designed it, a Province of France: little George of Hanover himself, and who knows but England after him, may one day find their fate inevitable, like the others.

O Louis, O my King, is not this an outlook?
Louis le Grand was great; but you are likely to be Louis the Grandest; and here is a World shaped, at last, after the real pattern! Such are, in sad truth, Belleisle's schemes; not yet entirely hatched into daylight or articulation; but becoming articulate, to himself and others, more and more.