caused by such a transaction.

Whenever we hear of dapper George at war, it is certain that he demeaned
himself like a little man of valour. At Dettingen his horse ran away with
him, and with difficulty was stopped from carrying him into the enemy's
lines. The king, dismounting from the fiery quadruped, said bravely: "Now
I know I shall not run away;" and placed himself at the head of the foot,
drew his sword, brandishing it at the whole of the French army, and
calling out to his own men to come on, in bad English, but with the most
famous pluck and spirit. In '45, when the Pretender was at Derby, and many
people began to look pale, the king never lost his courage--not he. "Pooh!
don't talk to me that stuff!" he said, like a gallant little prince as he
was, and never for one moment allowed his equanimity, or his business, or
his pleasures, or his travels, to be disturbed. On public festivals he
always appeared in the hat and coat he wore on the famous day of
Oudenarde; and the people laughed, but kindly, at the odd old garment, for
bravery never goes out of fashion.

In private life the prince showed himself a worthy descendant of his
father. In this respect, so much has been said about the first George's
manners, that we need not enter into a description of the son's German
harem. In 1705 he married a princess remarkable for beauty, for
cleverness, for learning, for good temper--one of the truest and fondest
wives ever prince was blessed with, and who loved him and was faithful to
him, and he, in his coarse fashion, loved her to the last. It must be told
to the honour of Caroline of Anspach, that, at the time when German
princes thought no more of changing their religion than you of altering
your cap, she refused to give up Protestantism for the other creed,
although an Archduke, afterwards to be an Emperor, was offered to her for
a bridegroom. Her Protestant relations in Berlin were angry at her
rebellious spirit; it was they who tried to convert her (it is droll to
think that Frederick the Great, who had no religion at all, was known for
a long time in England as the Protestant hero), and these good Protestants
set upon Caroline a certain Father Urban, a very skilful Jesuit, and
famous winner of souls. But she routed the Jesuit; and she refused Charles
VI; and she married the little Electoral Prince of Hanover, whom she
tended with love, and with every manner of sacrifice, with artful
kindness, with tender flattery,