gentleman, which goes on very brisk at present. "Much of it lost,"
we hear;--but enough, and to spare, is saved! Not a beautiful
correspondence: the tone of it shallow, hard of heart; tragically
flippant, especially on the Crown-Prince's part; now and then even
a touch of the hypocritical from him, slight touch and not with
will: alas, what can the poor young man do? Grumkow--whose ground,
I think, is never quite so secure since that Nosti business--
professes ardent attachment to the real interests of the Prince;
and does solidly advise him of what is feasible, what not, in
head-quarters; very exemplary "attachment;" credible to what
length, the Prince well enough knows. And so the Correspondence is
unbeautiful; not very descriptive even,--for poor Friedrich is
considerably under mask, while he writes to that address; and of
Grumkow himself we want no more "description;" and is, in fact, on
its own score, an avoidable article rather than otherwise;
though perhaps the reader, for a poor involved Crown-Prince's
sake, will wish an exact Excerpt or two before we quite
dismiss it.

Towards turning off the Brunswick speculation, or turning on the
Mecklenburg or Eisenach or any other in its stead, the
Correspondence naturally avails nothing. Seckendorf has his orders
from Vienna: Grumkow has his pension,--his cream-bowl duly set,--
for helping Beckendorf. Though angels pleaded, not in a tone of
tragic flippancy, but with the voice of breaking hearts, it would
be to no purpose. The Imperial Majesties have ordered, Marry him
to Brunswick, "bind him the better to our House in time coming;"
nay the Royal mind at Potsdam gravitates, of itself, that way,
after the first hint is given. The Imperial will has become the
Paternal one; no answer but obedience. What Grumkow can do will