st favourable dispositions that we
could; and as far as appearances can be depended on--if the
pecuniary demands were out of the question--nothing can be more
promising than their general language and professions are, of
earnestly desiring to establish the most intimate union between the
two Courts.

God bless you, my dearest brother.

LORD MALMESBURY TO MR. THOMAS GRENVILLE.

Frankfort, Oct. 2nd, 1794.
DEAR GRENVILLE,

I have written to Lord Spencer all I have to write officially. I
fear I have mixed up a little bile with my intelligence; but the
times are bilious, and it is beyond the compass of my patience to
see the great stake we are playing for lost by imbecility,
treachery, and neglect, without betraying a few symptoms of
discontent. It is really deplorable that we should be the only
nation in Europe who are up to the danger of the moment, and that
the minds of all the other Cabinets are either so tainted with
false principles, or are so benumbed, that it is impossible to work
upon them. It is manifest, from the most undoubted information,
that the interior of France is in a state of the greatest disorder
and confusion; that the successes of the armies are the only cause
of this confusion not breaking out in the shape of a civil war; and
that if we could at this moment obtain any one brilliant success,
that the whole fabric would fall to pieces.

It is said that H. P. M. will come here, and that when he does
come, things will take another turn. I doubt one and the other. Any
means will be employed at Berlin to keep him there, and if these
should not succeed, any means will be employed here to persuade him
to approve all that has been done, and to follow up the same line
of conduct. I know from experience the weakness of his character,
and the facility with which he gives way to the last advice. I know
also by experience that his assurances cannot be depended on, and
that his conduct does not always correspond with his promises. It
is from your mission and from your Court that I expect any good. I
am free to confess (still under the influence of that vile thing
called experience) that my hopes are not very sanguine.

Lord Howe is returned to Torbay. This is all I hear from England.
Nobody writes to me, since everybody suppo