55: "Dresden, 26th November, 1763."] But we must cut short, though it lasts long months after this.

Great is the Electress's persistence,--"My poor Husband being dead, cannot our poor Boy, cannot his uncle Prince Xavier try?
O Sire!" Our last word shall be this of Friedrich's; actual Election-time now drawing nigh:-- FRIEDRICH.

"I am doing like the dogs who have fought bitterly till they are worn down: I sit licking my wounds.

I notice most European Powers doing the same; too happy if, whilst Kings are being manufactured to right and left, public tranquillity is not disturbed thereby, and if every one may continue to dwell in peace beside his hearth and his household gods." ["Sans-Souci, 26th June, 1764" (Ib.p.

69).] Adieu, bright Madam.
No reader who has made acquaintance with Polish History can well doubt but Poland was now dead or moribund, and had well deserved to die.
Anarchies are not permitted in this world.