ttle. Upon which Friedrich Wilhelm and Queen Sophie have returned
home, content in that matter; and expect shortly his Britannic Majesty's
counter-visit, to perfect the details, and make a Treaty of it.

His Britannic Majesty, we say, has in substance agreed to everything.
And now, in the silence of Nature, the brown leaves of October still
hanging to the trees in a picturesque manner, and Wood's Halfpence
not yet begun to jingle in the Drapier's Letters of Dean Swift,--his
Britannic Majesty is expected at Berlin. At Berlin; properly at
Charlottenburg a pleasant rural or suburban Palace (built by his
Britannic Majesty's late noble Sister, Sophie Charlotte, "the Republican
Queen," and named after her, as was once mentioned), a mile or two
Southwest of that City. There they await King George's counter-visit.

Poor Wilhelmina is in much trepidation about it; and imparts her poor
little feelings, her anticipations and experiences, in readable terms:--

"There came, in those weeks, one of the Duke of Gloucester's gentlemen
to Berlin,"--DUKE OF GLOUCESTER is Fred our intended, not yet Prince of
Wales, and if the reader should ever hear of a DUKE OF EDINBURGH,
that too is Fred,--"Duke of Gloucester's gentlemen to Berlin," says
Wilhelmina: "the Queen had Soiree (APPARTEMENT); he was presented to her
as well as to me. He made me a very obliging compliment on his Master's
part; I blushed, and answered only by a courtesy. The Queen, who had her
eye on me, was very angry I had answered the Duke's compliments in mere
silence; and rated me sharply (ME LAVA LA TETE D'IMPORTANCE) for it;
and ordered me, under pain of her indignation, to repair that fault
to-morrow. I retired, all in tears, to my room; exasperated against the
Queen and against the Duke; I swore I would never marry him, would throw
myself at the feet--" And so on, as young ladies of vivacious temper,
in extreme circumstances, are wont:--did speak, however, next day, to
my Hanover gentleman about his Duke, a little, though in an embarrassed
manner. Alas, I am yet but fourteen, gone the 3d of July last: tremulous
as aspen-leaves; or say, as sheet-lightning bottled in one of the
thinnest human skins; and have no experience of foolish Dukes and
affairs!--

"Meanwhile," continues Wilhelmina, "the King of England's time of
arrival was drawing nigh. We repaired, on the 6th of October, to
Charlottenburg to receive him. The heart of me kept beating, and I
was in cruel agitatio