Our Second Act, holding out dubiously, in continual perils, till Autumn, 1752, will have to pass then into a Third of darker complexion, and into a Catastrophe very dark indeed.
Catastrophe which, by farther ill accident, proved noisy in the extreme; producing world-wide shrieks from the one party, stone-silence from the other; which were answered by unlimited hooting, catcalling and haha-ing from all parts of the World-Theatre, upon both the shrieky and the silent party; catcalling not fallen quite dead to this day.

To Friedrich the catcalling was not momentous (being used to such things); though to poor Voltaire it was unlimitedly so:--and to readers interested in this memorable Pair of Men, the rights and wrongs of the Affair ought to be rendered authentically conceivable, now at last.

Were it humanly possible,--after so much catcalling at random! Smelfungus has a right to say, speaking of this matter:-- "Never was such a jumble of loud-roaring ignorances, delusions and confusions, as the current Records of it are.

Editors, especially French Editors, treating of a Hyperborean, Cimmerian subject, like this, are easy-going creatures.

And truly they have left it for us in a wonderful state.