de Neipperg [Governor of Luxemburg now] is come hither to Brussels; but brings no Dutch troops with him, as he had hoped,"-- Dutch perhaps won't rise, after all this flogging and hoisting ?" Perhaps we may soon get a useful and glorious Peace, in spite of my Lord Stair, and of M.van Haren, the Tyrtaeus of the States-General [famed Van Haren, eyes in a fine Dutch frenzy rolling, whose Cause-of-Liberty verses let no man inquire after]: Stair prints Memoirs, Van Haren makes Odes; and with so much prose and so much verse, perhaps their High and Slow Mightinesses [Excellency Fenelon sleeplessly busy persuading them, and native Gravitation SLEEPILY ditto] will sit quiet.

God grant it! "The English want to attack us on our own soil [actually Stair's plan]; and we cannot pay them in that kind.

The match is too unfair! If we kill the whole 20,000 of them, we merely send 20,000 Heretics to--What shall I say ?--A L'ENFER, and gain nothing; if they kill us, they even feed at our expense in doing it.

Better have no quarrels except on Locke and Newton! The quarrel I have on MAHOMET is happily only ridiculous."...
Adieu, M.le Marquis.
3.

TO THE CARDINAL DE FLEURY.