be broken, as Treaties do not endure forever; and then, at the good
moment, she did purpose to be ready. "Silesia back to us; Pragmatic
Sanction complete in every point! Was not that our dear Father's
will, monition of all our Fathers and their Patriotisms and
Traditionary Heroisms; and in fact, the behest of gods and men?"
Ten years ago, this notion had been cut down to apparent death, in
a disastrous manner, for the second time. But it did not die in the
least: it never thinks of dying; starts always anew, passionate to
produce itself again as action valid at last; and lives in the
Imperial Heart with a tenacity that is strange to observe.
Still stranger, in the envious Valet-Heart,--in that of Bruhl, who
had far less cause!


The Peace of Dresden, Christmas, 1745, seemed to be an act of
considerable magnanimity on Friedrich's part. It was, at the first
blush of it, "incredible" to Harrach, the Austrian Plenipotentiary;
whose embarrassed, astonished bow we remember on that occasion,
with English Villiers shedding pious tears. But what is very
remarkable withal is a thing since discovered: [INFRA, next Note
(p. 276).] That Harrach, magnanimous signature hardly yet dry, did
then straightway, by order of his Court, very privately inquire of
Bruhl, "There is Peace, you see; what they call Peace:--but our
TREATY OF WARSAW, for Partition of this magnanimous man, stands all
the same; does n't it?" To which, according to the Documents,
Bruhl, hardly escaped from the pangs of death, and still in a very
pale-yellow condition, had answered in effect, "Hah, say you so?
One's hatred is eternal;--but that man's iron heel! Wait a little;
get Russia to join in the scheme!"--and hung back; the willing
mind, but the too terrified! And in this way, like a famishing dog