War of which we propose to say almost nothing; but must request the reader to imagine it, all along, as influential on our specific affairs.
The Spanish Termagant wished ardently to have the Milanese and pertinents, as an Apanage for her second Infant, Don Philip; a young gentleman who now needs to be provided for, as Don Carlos had once done.
"Cannot get to be Pope this one, it appears," said the fond Mother (who at one time looked that way for her Infant,): "Well, here is the Milanese fallen loose!" Readers know her for a lady of many claims, of illimitable aspirations; and she went very high on the Pragmatic Question.

"Headship of the Golden Fleece, Madam; YOU head of it?
I say all Austria, German and Italian, is mine!"-- though she has now magnanimously given up the German part to Kaiser Karl VII.; and will be content with the Italian, as an Apanage for Don Philip.

And so there is War in Italy, and will be.

To be imagined by us henceforth.
A War in which these Three Elements are noticeable as the chief.

FIRST, the Sardinian Majesty, [Charles Emanuel, Victor Amadeus's Son (Hubner, t.