GLOGAU, DECEMBER 22d.

Friedrich's march proceeds with speed and regularity. Strict
discipline is maintained; all things paid for, damage carefully
avoided: "We come, not as invasive enemies of you or of the Queen
of Hungary, but as protective friends of Silesia and of her
Majesty's rights there;--her Majesty once allowing us (as it is
presumable she will) our own rights in this Province, no man shall
meddle with hers, while we continue here." To that effect runs the
little "Patent," or initiatory Proclamation, extensively handed
out, and posted in public places, as was said above; and the
practice is conformable. To all men, coming with Protests or
otherwise, we perceive, the young King is politeness itself;
giving clear answer, and promise which will be kept, on the above
principle. Nothing angers him except that gentlemen should
disbelieve, and run away. That a mansion be found deserted by its
owners, is the one evil omen for such mansion. Thus, at the Schloss
of Weichau (which is still discoverable on the Map, across the
"Black Ochel" and the "White," muddy streams which saunter eastward
towards, the Oder there, nothing yet running westward for the
Bober, our other limitary river), next night after Schweinitz,
second night in Silesia, there was no Owner to be met with; and the
look of his Majesty grew FINSTER (dark); remembering what had
passed yesternight, in like case, at that other Schloss from which
the owner with his best portable furniture had vanished. At which
Schloss, as above noticed, some disorders were committed by angry
parties of the march;--doors burst open (doors standing impudently
dumb to the rational proposals made them!), inferior remainders of
furniture smashed into firewood, and the like,--no doubt to his
Majesty's vexation. Here at Weichau stricter measures were taken: