the life of my cousin Baron Francis Trenck, so renowned in the war
of 1741, in another part, and who fell, at last, the shameful
sacrifice of envy and avarice, and received the reward of all his
great and faithful services in the prison of the Spielberg.

The vindication of the family of the Trencks requires I should speak
of him; nor will I, in this, suffer restraint from the fear of any
man, however powerful. Those indeed who sacrificed a man most
ardent in his country's service to their own private and selfish
views, are now in their graves.

I shall insert no more of his history here than what is interwoven
with my own, and relate the rest in its proper place.

A revision of his suit was at this time instituted. Scarcely was I
arrived in Vienna before his confidential agent, M. Leber, presented
me to Prince Charles and the Emperor; both knew the services of
Trenck, and the malice of his enemies; therefore, permission for me
to visit him in his prison, and procure him such assistance as he
might need, was readily granted. On my second audience, the Emperor
spoke so much in my persecuted cousin's favour that I became highly
interested; he commanded me to have recourse to him on all
occasions; and, moreover, owned the president of the council of war
was a man of a very wicked character, and a declared enemy of
Trenck. This president was the Count of Lowenwalde, who, with his
associates, had been purposely selected as men proper to oppress the
best of subjects.

The suit soon took another face; the good Empress Queen, who had
been deceived, was soon better informed, and Trenck's innocence