n of long hollow face, nose naturally rather turned
into the air, till artificially it got altogether turned thither. Rode
beautifully; but always under cover; day by day, under glass roof in
the riding-school, so many hours or minutes, watch in hand. Hated, or
dreaded, fresh air above everything: so that the Kaiserinn, a noble
lover of it, would always good-humoredly hasten to shut her windows when
he made her a visit. Sumptuous suppers, soirees, he had; the pink of
Nature assembling in his house; galaxy, domestic and foreign, of all the
Vienna Stars. Through which he would walk one turn; glancing stoically,
over his nose, at the circumambient whirlpool of nothings,--happy the
nothing to whom he would deign a word, and make him something. O my
friends!--In short, it was he who turned Austria on its axis, and France
on its, and brought them to the kissing pitch. Pompadour and Maria
Theresa kissing mutually, like Righteousness and--not PEACE, at any
rate! 'MA CHERE COUSINE,' could I have believed it, at one time?"

A SECOND Prussian-English cause of offence had arisen, years ago, and
was not yet settled; nay is now (Spring, 1753) at its height or crisis:
Offence in regard to English Privateering.

Friedrich, ever since Ost-Friesland was his, has a considerable Foreign
Trade,--not as formerly from Stettin alone, into the Baltic Russian
ports; but from Embden now, which looks out into the Atlantic and the
general waters of Europe and the World. About which he is abundantly
careful, as we have seen. Anxious to go on good grounds in this matter,
and be accurately neutral, and observant of the Maritime Laws, he
had, in 1744, directly after coming to possession of Ost-Friesland,
instructed Excellency Andrie, his Minister in London, to apply at the
fountain-head, and expressly ask of my Lord Carteret: "Are hemp, flax,
timber contraband?" "No," answered Carteret; Andrie reported, No. And
on this basis they acted, satisfactorily, for above a year. But,
in October, 1745, the English began violently to take PLANKS for
contraband; and went on so, and ever worse, till the end of the War.
[Adelung, vii. 334.] Excellency Andrie has gone home; and a Secretary of
Legation, Herr Michel, is now here in his stead:--a good few dreary
old Pamphlets of Michel's publishing (official Declaration, official
Arguments, Documents, in French and English, 4to and 8vo, on this
extinct subject), if you go deep into the dust-bins, can be disinterred
her