The crisis I am in has taken another shape; but as yet nothing decides it, nor can the development of it be foreseen.

I am getting consumed by slow fever; I am like a living body losing limb after limb.

Heaven stand by us: we need it much.

[_OEuvres de Frederic,_ xix.

193 ("Dittmannsdorf, 18th September," day after, or day of finishing, that cannonade).]...