My heart bleeds to think of the poor souls in Preussen [Apraxin and his Christian Cossacks there,--who, it is noted, far excel the Calmuck worshippers of the Dalai-Lama].

What horrid barbarity, the detail of cruelties that go on there! I feel all that you feel on it, my dear Brother.

I know your heart, and your sensibility for your subjects.
"I suffer a thousand times more than I can tell you; nevertheless hope does not abandon me.

I received your Letter of the 14th by W.[who W.
is, no mortal knows].

What kindness to think of me, who have nothing to give you but a useless affection, which is so richly repaid by yours! I am obliged to finish; but I shall never cease to be, with the most profound respect (TRES-PROFOND RESPECT,"-- that, and something still better, if my poor pen were not embarrassed), "your"-- WILHELMINA.
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