I am writing to you in the first moment of my grief.

Astonishment, sorrow, indignation, scorn, all blended together, lacerate my soul.

Let us get to the end, then, of this execrable Campaign; I will then write to you what is to become of me; and we will arrange the rest.

Pity me;--ad make no noise about me; bad news go fast enough of themselves.

Adieu, dear Marquis." [_OEuvres de Frederic, _ xix.