You promised to make me happy." [--OEuvres de Frederic,--xxii.
277.] I SUSPECT THAT I AM SUSPECTED (No date).--"Sire, if I am not brief, forgive me.

Yesterday the faithful D'Arget told me with sorrow that in Paris people were talking of your Poem." Horrible; but, O Sire,--me?
--"I showed him the eighteen Letters that I received yesterday.

They are from Cadiz," all about Finance, no blabbing there! "Permit me to send you now the last six from my Niece, numbered by her own hand [no forgery, no suppression]; deign to cast your eyes on the places I have underlined, where she speaks of your Majesty, of D'Argens, of Potsdam, of D'Ammon" (to whom she can't be Phyllis, innocent being)!-MON CHER VOLTAIRE, must I again do some NICHE upon you, then?
Tie some tin-canister to your too-sensitive tail?
What an element you inhabit within that poor skin of yours! [Ib.

269.] MAJESTY INVITES US TO A LITERARY CHRISTENING, POTSDAM (No date.

These "Six Twins" are the "ART DE LA GUERRE," in Six Chants; part of that revised Edition which is getting printed "AU DONJON DU CHATEAU;" time must be, well on in 1751).