This must have been a horrid week to him, till Hirsch got away." Hirsch is away (December 2d); in Dresden, safe enough; but-- "But, the fortnight that follows is conceivable as still worse.

Hirsch writing darkly, nothing to the purpose; Voltaire driving often into Berlin, hearing from Ephraim hints about, 'No connection with that House;' 'If Monseigneur have intrusted Hirsch with money,--may there be a good account of it!' and the like.

Black Care devouring Monseigueur; but nothing definite; except the fact too evident, That Hirsch does not send or bring the smallest shadow of Steuer-Scheine,--'Peltries,' or 'Diamonds,' we mean,--or any value whatever for that Paris Bill of ours, payable shortly, and which he has already got cashed in Dresden.

Nothing but excuses, prevarications; stupid, incoherently deceptive jargon, as of a mule intent on playing fox with you.

Vivid Correspondence is conceivable; but nothing of it definite to us, except this sample" (which we give translated):-- DOCUMENT THIRD (torn fraction in Voltaire's hand: To Hirsch, doubtless; early in December)....