n that will be seen. On the last day of March,
Czernichef--off about a week ago from Glatz, and now got into the
Breslau latitude--came across, with a select Suite of Four, to pay his
court there; and had the honor to dine with his Majesty, and to be,
personally too, a Czernichef agreeable to his Majesty.

The vehemency of Austrian Diplomacies at Petersburg; and the horror of
Kaiserinn and Kriegshofrath in Vienna,--who have just discharged 20,000
of their own people, counting on this Czernichef, and being dreadfully
tight for money,--may be fancied. But all avails nothing. The ardent
Czar advances towards Friedrich with arms flung wide. Goltz and
Gudowitsh are engaged on Treaty of Peace; Czar frankly gives up East
Preussen, "Yours again; what use has Russia for it, Royal Friend?"
Treaty of Peace goes forward like the drawing of a Marriage-settlement
(concluded MAY 5th); and, in a month more, has changed into Treaty of
Alliance;--Czernichef ordered to stop short at Thorn; to turn back, and
join himself to this heroic King, instead of fighting against him.
Which again Czernichef, himself an admirer of this King, joyfully
does;--though, unhappily, not with all the advantage he expected to the
King.

Swedish Peace, Queen Ulrique and the Anti-French Party now getting the
upper hand, had been hastening forward in the interim (finished, at
Hamburg, MAY 2d): a most small matter in comparison to the Russian; but
welcome enough to Friedrich;--though he said slightingly of it, when
first mentioned: "Peace? I know not hardly of any War there has been
with Sweden;--ask Colonel Belling about it!" Colonel Belling, a most
shining swift Hussar Colonel, who, with a 2,000 sharp fellows, hanging
always on the Swedish flanks, sharp as lightning, "nowhere and yet
everywhere," as was said of him, has mainly, for the last year or two,
had the management of this extraordinary "War." Peace over all the
North, Peace and more, is now Friedrich's. Strangling imbroglio, wide
as the world, has ebbed to man's height; dawn of day has ripened into
sunrise for Friedrich; the way out is now a thing credible and visible
to him. Peter's friendliness is boundless; almost too boundless! Peter
begs a Prussian Regiment,--dresses himself in its uniform, Colonel of
ITZENPLITZ; Friedrich begs a Russian Regiment, Colonel of SCHUWALOF:
and all is joyful, hopeful; marriage-bells instead of dirge ditto and
gallows ditto,--unhappily not for very long.

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