Of course, his utmost discretion will be needed;"-- should the English get the least wind of it! But if they are gone to St.Vitus, and fail in every point, what can one do?
CE M.DE MIRABEAU, readers will be surprised to learn, is an Uncle of the great Mirabeau's; who has fallen into roving courses, gone abroad insolvent; and "directs the Opera at Baireuth," in these years!--One Letter we will give in full:-- "LEITMERITZ, 13th July, 1757.
"MY DEAREST SISTER,--Your Letter has arrived: I see in it your regrets for the irreparable loss we have had of the best and worthiest Mother in this world.

I am so struck down with all these blows from within and without, that I feel myself in a sort of Stupefaction.
"The French have just laid hold of Friesland [seized Embden, July 3d]; are about to pass the Weser: they have instigated the Swedes to declare War against me; the Swedes are sending 17,000 men [rather more if anything; but they proved beautifully ineffectual] into Pommern,"-- will be burdensome to Stralsund and the poor country people mainly; having no Captain over them but a hydra-headed National Palaver at home, and a Long-pole with Cocked-hat on it here at hand.

"The Russians are besieging Memel [have taken it, ten days ago]: Lehwald has them on his front and in his rear.

The Troops of the Reich," from your Plains of Furth yonder, "are also about to march.

All this will force me to evacuate Bohemia, so soon as that crowd of Enemies gets into motion.
"I am firmly resolved on the extremest efforts to save my Country.