In fine, dear Marquis, we live in troublous times and in desperate situations:--I have all the properties of a Stage-Hero; always in danger, always on the point of perishing.

One must hope the conclusion will come; and if the end of the piece be lucky, we will forget the rest.

Patience then, MON CHER, till February 20th [By which time, what far other veritable star-of-day will have risen on me!].

ADIEU, MON CHER .-- F." [_OEuvres de Frederic,_ xix.

282, 283.] TIFF OF QUARREL BETWEEN KING AND HENRI (March-April, 1762).
In the Spring months Prince Henri is at Hof in Voigtland, on the extreme right of his long line of "Quarters behind the Mulda;" busy enough, watching the Austrians and Reich; levying the severe contributions; speeding all he can the manifold preparatives;--conscious to himself of the greatest vigilance and diligence, but wrapt in despondency and black acidulent humors; a "Doctor SO MUCH THE WORSE," who is not a comforting Correspondent.