had welcomed him with their choicest smiles; to whom the King was
very gracious, asking the two to dinner as usual, and styling them
"Your Reverence." Willing to ingratiate himself with persons of
interest in this Country; and likes talk, even with Jesuits
of discernment.

On the morrow (20th), came to him, here at Milkau,-- probably from
some near stage, for the rain was pouriug worse than ever,--that
Breslau "Patent," or strongish Protestation, by its two Messengers
of dignity. The King looked over it "without visible anger" or
change of countenance; "handed it," we expressly see, "to a Page to
reposit" in the proper waste-basket;--spoke politely to the two
gentlemen; asked each or one of them, "Are you of the Ober-Amt at
Breslau, then?"--using the style of ER (He).--"No, your Majesty;
we are only of the Land-Stande" (Provincial Parliament, such as it
is). "Upon which [do you mark!] his Majesty became still more
polite; asked them to dinner, and used the style of SIE." For their
PATENT, now lying safe in its waste-basket, he gave them signed
receipt; no other answer.

Rain still heavier, rain as of Noah, continued through this
Tuesday, and for days afterwards: but the Prussian hosts, hastening
towards Glogau, marched still on. This Tuesday's march, for the
rearward of the Army, 10,000 foot and 2,000 horse; march of ten
hours long, from Weichau to the hamlet Milkau (where his Majesty
sits busy and affable),--is thought to be the wettest on record.
Waters all out, bridges down, the Country one wild lake of eddying
mud. Up to the knee for many miles together; up to the middle for
long spaces; sometimes even up to the chin or deeper, where your
bridge was washed away. The Prussians marched through it, as if