edness, and misery, were our reward for the
sufferings we had endured.

"Not only was my health destroyed, but my jawbone was lost, eaten away
by the scurvy. I laid before Frederic the Great the proofs of the
calamities I had undergone, and the dismal state to which I was
reduced, by his foe, and for his sake; entreated bread to preserve me
and my father from starving, but his ear was deaf to my prayer, his
heart insensible to my sighs.

"Providence, however, raised me up a saviour,--Count Gellhorn was the
man. After the taking of Breslau, he had been also sent a state
prisoner to Gratz. During his imprisonment, he had heard the report
of my sufferings and my innocence. No sooner did he learn I was
released, than he became my benefactor, my friend, and restored me to
the converse of men, to which I had so long been dead.

"I defer the continuance of my narrative to the next post. The
remembrance of past woes inflict new ones. I am eternally."

LETTER II.

"_February_ 24, 1787.

"Dear Friend,--After an interval of silence, remembering my promise, I
again continue my story.

"My personal sufferings have not been less than those of Trenck. His,
I am acquainted with only from the inaccurate relations I have heard:
my own I have felt. A colonel in the Prussian service, whose name was
Hallasch, was four years my companion; he was insane, and believed
himself the Christ that was to appear at the millennium: he persecuted
me with his reveries, which I was obliged to listen to, and approve,
or suffer violence from one stronger than myself.

"The society of men or books, everything that could console or amuse,
were forbidden me; and I considered it as wonderful that I did not
myself grow mad, in the company of this madman. Four hard winters I
existed without feeling the feeble emanation of a winter sun, much
less the warmth of fire. The madman felt more pity than my keeper,
and lent me his cloak to cover my body, though the other denied me a
truss of straw, notwithstanding I had lost the use of my hands and
feet. The place where we were confined was called a chamber; it
rather resembled the temple of Cloacina. The noxious damps and
vapours so poisoned my blood that an unskilful surgeon, who tortured
me during nine months, with insult as a Prussian traitor, and state
criminal, I lost the greates