refuses it for
objects of moment. In the Army as elsewhere much has gone awry; [See
Mollendorf's two or three LETTERS (Preuss, iv. 407-411).] many rivets
loose after such a climbing of the Alps as there has been, through dense
and rare.

It will surprise everybody that Friedrich, with his copper and other
resources, actually raised his additional 60,000; and has for himself
70,000 to recover Schweidnitz, and bring Silesia to its old state;
40,000 for Prince Henri and Saxony, with a 10,000 of margin for Sweden
and accidental sundries. This is strange, but it is true. [Stenzel,
v. 297, 286; Tempelhof, vi. 2, 10, 63.] And has not been done without
strivings and contrivings, hard requisitions on the places liable; and
has involved not a little of severity and difficulty,--especially a
great deal of haggling with the collecting parties, or at least with
Prince Henri, who presides in Saxony, and is apt to complain and
mourn over the undoable, rather than proceed to do it. The King's
Correspondence with Henri, this Winter, is curious enough; like a
Dialogue between Hope on its feet, and Despair taking to its bed. "You
know there are Two Doctors in MOLIERE," says Friedrich to him once; "a
Doctor TANT-MIEUX (So much the Better) and a Doctor TANT-PIS (So much
the Worse): these two cannot be expected to agree!"--Instead of infinite
arithmetical details, here is part of a Letter of Friedrich's to
D'Argens; and a Passage, one of many, with Prince Henri;--which command
a view into the interior that concerns us.

THE KING TO D'ARGENS (at Berlin).

"BRESLAU, 18th January, 1762.

... "You have lifted the political veil which covered horrors and
perfidies meditated and ready to burst out [Bute's dismal procedures, I
believe; who is ravenous for Peace, and would fain force Friedrich
along with him on terms altogether disgraceful and inadmissible [See
D'Argens's Letter (to which this is Answer), _OEuvres de Frederic,_ xix.
281, 282.]]: you judge correctly of the whole situation I am in, of the
abysses which surround me; and, as I see by what you say, of the kind of
hope that still remains to me. It will not be till the month of February
[Turks, probably, and Tartar Khan; great things coming then!] that
we can speak of that; and that is the term I contemplate for deciding
whether I shall hold to CATO [Cato,--and the little Glass Tube I have!]
or to CAESAR'S COMMENTARIES," and the best fight one can make.

"The School of patience I a