"I am, with the truest respect and affection, dear Sir, your most dutiful Son,-- "GEORGE LYTTELTON." [Ayscough, _Lord Lyttelton's Miscellaneous Works,_ (Lond., 1776), iii.

318.] Friedrich returned from Pyrmont, 11th June; saw, with a grief of his own, with many thoughts well hidden, his Sister Ulrique whirled away from him, 26th July, in the gray of the summer dawn.

In Berlin, in Prussia, nobody but one is aware of worse just coming.

And now the War-drums suddenly awaken again; and poor readers--not to speak of poor Prussia and its King!--must return to that uncomfortable sphere, till things mend..