nipotentiary, set out towards Paris,--considerably hissed on the
street here by a sulky population," it would seem;--"but sure of success
in Paris. Bute shared in none of the national triumphs of this Year. The
transports of rejoicing which burst out on the news of Havana" were a
sorrow and distress to him. [Walpole's _George the Third,_ ii. 191.]
"Havana, what shall we do with it?" thought he; and for his own share
answered stiffly, "Nothing with it; fling it back to them!"--till some
consort of his persuaded him Florida would look better. [Thackeray, ii.
11.] Of Manilla and the Philippines he did not even hear till Peace
was concluded; had made the Most Catholic Carlos a present of that
Colony,--who would not even pay our soldiers their Manilla Ransom,
as too disagreeable. Such is the Bute, such and no other, whom the
satirical Fates have appointed to crown and finish off the heroic
Day's-work of such a Pitt. Let us, if we can help it, speak no more of
him! Friedrich writes before leaving for Saxony: "The Peace between the
English and the French is much farther off than was thought;--so many
oppositions do the Spaniards raise, or rather do the French,--busy
duping this buzzard of an English Minister, who has not common sense."
[Schoning, iii. 480 (To Henri: "Peterswaldau, 17th October, 1762").]
Never fear, your Majesty: a man with Havanas and Manillas of that kind
to fling about at random, is certain to bring Peace, if resolved on
it!--

We said, Prince Henri rallied beautifully from his little slap and loss
of Freyberg (October 15th), and that the King was sending Wied with
reinforcements to him. In fact, Prince Henri of himself was all
alertness, and instantly appeared on the Heights again; seemingly quite
in sanguinary humor, and courting Battle, much more than was yet really
the case. Which cowed Stollberg from meddling with him farther, as
he might have done. Not for some ten days had Henri finished his
arrangements; and then, under cloud of night (28th-29th OCTOBER, 1762),
he did break forward on those Spittelwalds and Michael's Mounts, and
multiplex impregnabilities about Freyberg, in what was thought a very
shining manner. The BATTLE OF FREYBERG, I think, is five or six miles
long, all on the west, and finally on the southwest side of Freyberg
(north and northwest sides, with so many batteries and fortified
villages, are judged unattackable); and the main stress, very heavy
for some time, lay in the abatis of