[Sir
Joseph
Yorke
-
Mr.
Mitchell
-
Frederick
of
Prussia
-
his
reception
of
Emin
-
Fredericks
consideration
for
his
soldiers
-
Dangers
of
riding
with
royalty
in
the
dark
-
Fredericks
kindness
to
an
old
German
-
After
the
levée
-
Mr.
Mitchells
report
and
his
orders
to
Emin
-
No
fighting
for
Emin
-
At
Munster
-
At
the
Hague
-
General
Yorke
again
-
Return
to
London.
]
Note
on
Sir
Andrew
Mitchell
Correspondence
-
Emins
letter
to
Mrs.
Montagu
describing
Frederick
of
Prussia
-
To
Lord
Lyttelton
-
Extracts
from
Mrs.
Montagus
letters.
Narrative
resumed
(Lady
Yarmouth
-
Emin
received
by
Mr.
Pitt.
]
TO
MRS.
MONTAGU.
Hagu
the
8
th
August
1758
8
o
Clock
Madam,
Just
eight
days
I
rimained
at
Harwich
on
account
of
the
Contrary
Wind,
at
last
arrived
here
with
a
pleasent
voyage.
On
my
attending
General
York,
it
was
agreed
that
I
should
go
to
my
Brother
King
of
Prussia,
now
madam
I
am
going,
farewell
my
most
beloved
Queen,
pray
for
your
Slave,
that
he
may
return
safe
and
put
you
on
The
Throne
of
Persia.
You
shall
set
on
his
right
Hand,
as
he
made
you
get
up
from
your
Chair,
and
stood
at
his
right,
I
am
the
same
man
and
will
fullfill
what
I
foretell.
If
you
assist
your
Slave
any
way,
(according
to
your
Command)
my
Lady
Anson
will
put
you
in
the
way,
by
writing
only
to
her
Brother,
and
will
remitt
it
to
me,
but
not
now
madam,
a
month
hence
will
be
time
enough.
Forgive
me
I
cannot
write
a
long
Letter
we
are
setting
out
immediately,
first
to
Prince
of
Ferdinands,
then
to
the
King
of
Prussia,
I
will
be
happy
if
I
find
Grace
in
his
Favour,
and
if
not,
I
care
not,
remember
me
to
M
r
Montagu
and
to
D
r
Monsey,
and
to
all
inquiring
Friends.
I
have
the
Honour
madam
to
be
your
faithfull
Slave
&
servant
J.
EMIN.
[
On
the
back
of
the
letter.
]
To
Mrs.
Montagu
in
Hill
Street
Berkly
Square
London.
To
be
forwarded
to
her
any
Part
of
England.
When
Emin
got
the
money
by
his
fathers
order
from
Mr.
Davis,
his
Royal
Highness
then
had
laid
down
the
command
of
the
army,
which
lord
Ligonier
took
up,
having
before
signified
to
the
duke
of
Marlborough,
his
refusal
to
take
any
volunteer
with
him.
The
duke
of
Northumberland,
approving
Emins
new
plan
of
going
into
the
Prussian
army,
he
lost
no
time,
but
set
out
with
a
courier
for
Harwich,
thence
to
Helvoetsluys,
and
then
to
the
Hague.
He
there
waited
on
Sir
Joseph
(or
General)
Yorke,
at
that
time
plenipotentiary,
with
a
letter
from
his
sister
the
late
good
lady
Anson,
recommending
him
very
kindly.
This
noble
gentleman
received
Emin
with
the
utmost
politeness,
and
offered
to
give
him
any
sum
of
money
he
should
want;
but
he
did
not
accept
of
it.
Sir
Joseph
entertained
him
three
days
at
his
table,
and
furnished
him
with
a
letter
of
recommendation
to
Mr.
Mitchel,
which
made
him
more
happy
than
he
ever
was
before,
since
he
assured
himself
of
reaping
great
fame,
or
falling
in
an
action
like
a
soldier.
He,
in
company
with
the
courier,
in
open
hard
waggons,
travelled
from
stage
to
stage
for
a
fortnight,
before
he
could
find
the
heros
army;
till
one
morning
early,
two
hours
before
sun-rise,
he
met
the
king
on
horseback,
at
the
head
of
his
army
on
a
march;
who
no
sooner
saw
the
waggon,
with
two
persons
in
it,
than
he
asked
Mr.
Mitchel
in
French,
who
was
the
second
person
with
the
courier?
The
ambassador
said
to
the
author,
"His
majesty
asks
who
you
are?"
Emin
answered,
"I
am
a
man.
"
"What
sort
of
a
man?"
said
he,
"what
is
your
name?"
"My
name,
"
he
replied,
"is
Emin:
I
am
an
Armenian.
"
Then
the
king
said,
"Is
he
the
man
that
the
duke
of
Cumberland
has
patronized
?"
Being
answered
in
the
affirmative
"Ask
him,
Mr.
Mitchel,
"
said
the
king,
"if
he
does
not
know
my
orders,
that
a
volunteer
is
not
to
be
admitted
into
my
army?"
He
said
to
Mr.
Mitchel,
"Yes;
but
he
hopes
his
majesty
when
he
graciously
considers
how
many
months
by
sea
and
land
he
was
come
to
spill
his
blood
in
his
most
glorious
majestys
service
under
the
hoof
of
his
horse,
he
would
have
no
objection
to
the
boldness
of
the
liberty
taken.
"
His
majesty
said
"Ma
foi,
cest
un
brave
garçon,
je
souhaite
quil
y
fut
dix-mille
hommes
de
la
même
disposition
que
lui;
"
that
is,
Upon
my
faith,
it
is
an
honest
fellow:
I
wish
there
were
ten
thousand
men
of
the
same
inclination
with
him.
He
then
asked,
through
Mr.
Mitchel,
"where
is
your
equipage?"
Emin
answered,
"In
that
portmanteau,
"
which
weighed
hardly
eight
pounds;
containing
half
a
dozen
of
shirts,
as
many
pair
of
stockings,
with
a
pair
of
spare
boots,
and
a
coarse
checkered
linen
bag,
proportionable
in
length
and
breadth,
to
be
stuffed
on
occasion
with
straw
at
night
for
his
bed,
while
he
covered
himself
with
his
cloak.
This
management
pleased
his
Prussian
majesty
more
than
if
he
really
had
ten
thousand
mountaineers
of
Armenia
with
him.
A
young
English
gentlemen,
named,
Mr.
Cox,
a
near
relation
to
lady
Anson,
had
laid
out
near
2000
l.
sterling,
in
an
equipage,
with
proper
letters
of
recommendation,
to
serve
as
a
volunteer
in
his
majestys
army;
but,
at
the
distance
of
two
hundred
miles,
his
majesty
being
apprized
of
his
coming,
sent
a
trumpeter
to
prevent
his
proceeding
further.
The
author
recollects
the
poor
gentleman,
and
the
ardour
he
had
for
a
military
life;
and
thinks,
he
was
killed
either
in
the
expedition
to
Cherburg,
or
in
the
battle
of
Minden.
When
this
conversation
past
between
his
majesty,
the
ambassador
and
Emin,
the
king
ordered
Mr.
Mitchels
led
horse
to
be
mounted
by
the
author,
not
forgetting
to
say
all
this
while
the
whole
army
were
upon
halt.
Then
his
majesty
conferred
the
honour
upon
him,
just
as
he
was
going
to
put
his
foot
in
the
stirrup,
of
saying,
"Montez
prince
des
Armeniens.
"
This
appellation,
though
pronounced
in
a
grave
tone
of
voice,
yet
the
author
never
felt
in
his
mind
an
inclination
to
be
in
the
least
proud
of
it;
he
only
thanked
his
Maker,
who
did
not
let
him
drop
to
pieces
in
his
past
hardships
and
adversity,
but
preserved
him
to
be
taken
proper
notice
of
by
the
princes
of
the
world.
The
writer
begs
leave
to
inform
the
kind
reader,
that
he
is
not
vain
in
himself,
nor
dares
to
think
himself
worthy
of
that
title
conferred
in
jest;
and
even
if
it
had
been
in
earnest,
it
would
have
been
a
matter
of
indifference
to
him;
for
when
he
was
honoured
with
riding
with
the
king,
almost
tête-a-tête,
from
twelve
at
night
to
eight
or
nine
the
next
morning;
he
observed
most
studiously,
that
several
times
when
the
king
rode
up
to
the
soldiers
left
behind,
out
of
the
way
of
the
armys
march,
to
recover
from
a
little
fainting
sickness,
he
spoke
to
them
in
a
very
familiar
manner.
Those
of
the
same
age
with
his
majesty,
he
called
his
brothers;
and
if
younger
than
himself,
he
said
my
son;
and
if
a
little
older,
my
father.
As
he
used
to
carry
a
pint
flat-bottle
of
brandy
in
his
coat
pocket,
he
made
them
welcome
to
it,
giving
each
a
sip,
and
pouring
with
his
own
hands
into
theirs,
exactly
a
small
glass
full;
he
kept
the
rest
sparingly,
lest
there
should
be
more
in
the
way
who
might
want
it.
The
author
likewise
observed,
that
many
of
the
soldiers
supposed
his
majesty
to
be
one
of
the
officers,
not
knowing
him
personally;
he
took
care
to
make
himself
known
to
them,
and
no
sooner
had
he
told
them
that
he
was
Frederick
the
king,
than
the
poor
men
got
up
through
joy,
pulled
off
their
hats,
ran
instead
of
marching
as
fast
as
they
could,
as
if
they
had
never
been
sick,
and
joined
their
respective
corps.
Therefore,
it
is
not
surprising,
that
a
prince
of
remarkable
humanity,
should
heal,
by
a
single
expression,
the
wounded
heart
of
an
honest
man.
This
was
the
way
of
his
Prussian
majesty,
every
morning
on
a
precipitate
march;
and
it
afforded
ample
satisfaction
to
Emins
wandering
mind,
to
see
a
mighty
prince
in
various
stations
of
life;
sometimes
a
father,
at
another
time
a
brother;
sometimes
a
physician,
then
a
nurse,
to
his
subjects;
which
conduct
many
princes
in
the
West,
and
more
in
the
East,
may
hear
with
admiration
and
be
ashamed,
more
particularly
some
Indian
or
Armenian
Banians,
who
become
insupportable
when
they
are
in
good
circumstances,
thinking
themselves
worthy
to
be
worshipped
as
gods,
like
Alexander
the
Great,
when
he
was
told
by
the
priests
in
Persia,
that
he
was
the
son
of
Jupiter.
Whoever
has
not
seen
his
majesty
in
person,
and
knows
him
by
hearsay
only,
will
form
a
different
idea
of
him;
as
a
great
author
in
Europe
used
to
plague
him
by
writing
and
publishing
books
against
him:
but
that
authors
nation
are
equally
envious
with
the
Persians
in
the
East;
who
chuse
death,
rather
than
hear
of
their
neighbours
prosperity.
As
Emin
is
neither
of
one
nation
nor
of
the
other,
and
has
not
learning
enough
to
treat
upon
the
subject,
his
impartial
good
friends
will
easily
understand
his
rough
way
of
expressing
himself,
and
that
he
has
not
travelled
in
Europe
like
a
blind-man.
While
the
king
of
Prussia
was
in
alliance
with
the
French,
they
thinking
to
make
a
fool
of
him,
though
against
their
secret
will,
raised
him
to
the
stars.
But
when
for
the
interest
of
his
country
he
changed
the
confederacy,
he
was
no
more
a
darling
with
them.
The
late
old
writer
embraced
the
opportunity
with
his
natural
fund
of
satirical
wit,
and
exerted
himself
to
the
utmost
to
load
his
works
with
sarcasms;
and
had
the
king
of
Prussia
been
a
warrior
only,
like
Charles
XII.
of
Sweden,
and
not
a
learned
man,
M.
de
Voltaire
would
have
written
his
history
in
an
hundred
volumes
but
as
he
was
not
only
a
king,
but
father
to
his
country,
and
did
every
thing
in
his
power
to
make
it
flourish,
it
is
natural
to
suppose
he
will
be
envied;
and
those
who
envy
one
another,
are
excusable;
for
it
is
in
the
natural
disposition
of
mankind
to
be
envious:
even
the
ancient
holy
fathers
of
the
church,
as
we
see
by
their
books,
are
brimful
of
envy;
and
how
is
it
possible
that
laymen
should
abstain
from
it?
Therefore,
good
readers,
nothing
is
perfect
in
this
world
composed
of
four
elements.
God,
who
is
above
us
all,
alone
is
perfect.
On
the
third
day
of
the
armys
marching,
the
wandering
authors
horse,
whinnying,
started
at
something
in
the
dark,
about
three
in
the
morning,
when
he
was
riding
on
the
left
hand
of
the
king.
He
justled
the
king
with
such
force,
that
he
was
very
near
oversetting
the
hero
and
his
horse
in
a
deep
ditch
to
his
right.
Emin,
frightened
at
the
accident,
spurred
his
horse
on
to
about
fifty
yards
distance.
His
majesty
with
difficulty
preserved
himself
from
falling,
and
called
to
Emin,
saying,
"Come
back;
no
harm
is
done.
"
When
the
army
encamped
near
Frankfort
upon
Oder,
Mr.
Mitchel
took
him
to
the
levee,
which
proved
the
first
and
last
time
of
his
being
admitted,
though
he
had
the
honour
of
riding
with
his
majesty.
The
king
stood
in
the
street
surrounded
by
his
generals
when
Emin
and
his
friend
Mr.
Mitchel
went
in,
and
stood
at
the
extent
of
the
circle
made
by
them.
They
saw
an
elderly
German
standing
behind
those
stately
officers,
and
endeavouring
to
force
himself
between
them
to
see
the
king;
but
to
his
mortification
he
was
pushed
back
by
them,
so
that
he
could
not
come
near.
The
poor
man
did
not
in
the
least
seem
to
be
discouraged;
but,
the
sweat
running
down
his
face,
still
persisted,
and
would
push
in
notwithstanding
their
being
angry,
so
that
it
became
at
last
a
direct
contest
between
the
general
officers
and
the
poor
farmer.
When
the
king
took
notice
of
it,
he
seemed
to
be
displeased
with
his
officers,
told
them
to
make
way
for
the
man
to
come
in
to
the
king,
and
asked
him
what
he
wanted?
He
answered,
that
"he
had
heard
the
name
of
the
king,
but
never
saw
him:
he
wanted
nothing;
but
only
longed
with
all
his
heart
to
see
him
who
fought
battles
in
person
to
defend
his
poor
subjects.
"
Uttering
these
words,
he
went
to
prostrate
himself
upon
the
ground
to
kiss
the
kings
feet.
His
humane
majesty
caught
the
man
in
his
arms,
and
embraced
him
like
a
tender
father.
With
tears
trickling
down
his
cheeks,
and
lifting
up
his
hands
to
heaven,
pronounced
these
words:
"O
great
God!
all
the
whole
powers
of
Europe
are
united
to
crush
us:
preserve
and
defend
thy
people!"
The
generals,
in
the
mean
time,
being
affected,
wept
like
children.
The
king
spoke
to
the
man
with
all
the
kindness
imaginable,
and
said
"Now,
my
father,
you
are
satisfied;
you
have
what
you
have
wished
for:
what
am
I
to
expect
in
return
from
you?
We
are
at
war:
of
what
use
will
you
be
to
me?"
The
honest
German
said,
that
he
had
seven
sons,
all
soldiers
in
the
army,
ready
to
fight
for
his
majesty
and
himself
to
pray
for
the
success
of
his
arms;
which
answer
much
pleased
tile
king;
and
then
he
went
away
with
joy,
perhaps
equally
contented
as
Emin
was,
when
in
Calcutta
he
kissed
a
hundred
times
the
feet
of
the
captain
who
granted
him
a
note
to
be
received
on
board
the
ship.
When
this
remarkable
scene
was
over,
the
king
whispered
his
usual
orders
to
the
generals,
and,
coming
up
to
the
end
of
the
circle
stood
looking
Emin
full
in
the
face
for
ten
minutes,
surveying
him
from
head
to
foot;
then
turning
himself
towards
the
officers,
he
stood
five
minutes
more
by
the
young
Armenian
soldier.
No
sooner
had
he
moved
to
the
middle
of
the
place,
than
Mr.
Mitchel
winked
at
Emin,
who
made
a
bow
and
withdrew.
Not
an
hour
and
a
half
after
he
was
in
the
quarters,
Mr.
Mitchel
himself
entered
and
ordered
dinner,
wishing
Emin
joy,
and
saying,
"When
you
were
gone
away
from
the
levee,
the
king
spoke
to
all
the
generals
to
take
notice
of
you,
and
treat
you
politely:
he
recommended
you
strongly
to
general
Sedlytz,
to
be
under
his
command
intirely:
he
will
be
watchful
to
see
how
you
behave
in
an
action,
which
may
be
the
means
of
promotion.
He
expressed
himself
very
warmly
to
them,
saying,
it
is
the
most
extraordinary
instance
of
the
kind
known
before,
for
an
Armenian
to
emigrate
from
the
East
to
Europe,
to
improve
himself
in
the
art
of
war.
He
ordered
an
allowance
for
you,
a
ducat
a
day,
kitchen
furniture,
three
horses,
one
for
you
to
mount,
the
second
to
be
led,
the
third
for
a
servant
to
ride
near
you
at
hand,
always
ready
in
case
of
an
accident.
I
find
you
will
see
hot
work:
he
is
going
to
fight
the
Russian
army.
His
majesty
has
also
favoured
you
with
a
covered
chaise
to
carry
your
insignificant
portmanteau,
which
he
first
saw
in
the
cart
with
our
courier:
its
smallness
alone
made
him
take
such
notice
of
it,
and
confer
on
you
so
great
an
honour.
But
still,
my
friend,
you
must
leave
this
place
and
the
kings
army
immediately
after
you
have
dined,
and
set
out,
proceeding
to
our
army
commanded
by
prince
Ferdinand
in
the
Hanoverian
territory:
and
I
must
not
have
you
hesitate,
nor
say
any
more
about
it:
as
it
is
my
order,
you
are
to
obey.
"
The
first
joyful
happy
news
was
disagreeably
followed
by
the
woeful
sentence
which
Mr.
Mitchel
passed,
dashing
against
each
other
with
equal
violence,
and
resembling
two
monsoons
meeting,
which,
when
united,
form
a
terrible
storm,
able
to
overset
the
strongest
ship,
or
the
loftiest
towers.
This
deprived
Emin
of
a
noble
alternative,
either
to
meet
an
honourable
death
in
the
field
of
battle,
or
to
reap
the
fruit
of
reputation.
Yet
this
usage
he
suffered
with
patience
from
that
honourable
gentleman:
and
to
satisfy
the
mind
of
the
good
reader
that
he
bore
it
with
fortitude,
and
did
not
in
the
least
despair,
he
took
his
leave
of
Mr.
Mitchel,
and
went
away.
After
several
days
travelling,
he
reached
the
English
army
in
the
bishopric
of
Munster,
and
waited
on
the
late
duke
of
Marlborough,
who
gave
him
a
horse
without
a
saddle,
and
recommended
him
to
general
Schulenburg.
The
campaign
was
over,
and
nothing
more
to
be
seen.
He
set
out
thence,
stopped
in
his
way
at
the
Hague,
and
waited
on
general
Yorke,
who
expressed
great
surprize
at
Mr.
Mitchels
treatment,
and
said,
He
was
very
sorry
he
did
not
write
directly
to
the
king
in
Emins
favour,
by
which
means
he
might
have
remained
there
to
see
service,
and
to
satisfy
his
inclination.
His
Excellency
treated
him
with
all
manner
of
politeness,
entertained
him
five
days,
and
favoured
him
with
a
letter
seated
and
directed
to
his
banker,
an
English
merchant,
in
Amsterdam.
When
the
contents
of
the
writing
were
read,
the
gentleman
said,
"Sir
Joseph
Yorke
has
been
pleased
to
order
me
to
supply
you
with
a
great
sum
of
money.
"
Emin
wrote
immediately
to
his
Excellency,
and
thanked
him,
without
accepting
any
of
it.
Then
he
went
thence,
crossed
the
Channel,
arrived
again
in
London,
where
he
recalled
to
mind
five
long
years
hunger
and
thirst,
and
took
his
lodging
in
Pall
Mall.
(
From
Bissets
Memoirs
of
Sir
Andrew
Mitchell,
1850.
)
SIR
ANDREW
MITCHELL,
K.
B.
(1708-1771).
In
1742
he
was
appointed
Under
Secretary
of
State
for
Scotland
and
entered
the
House
of
Commons
in
1747
for
the
county
of
Aberdeen.
In
1756
he
was
appointed
envoy
to
the
King
of
Prussia.
George
II.
commanded
Mitchell
to
beg
that
the
King
of
Prussia
will
grant
him
(Mitchell)
permission
to
attend
him
in
his
campaigns.
By
the
express
orders
of
the
King
his
master,
Mitchell
(vol.
i.
p.
204)
accompanied
Frederic
in
all
his
campaigns,
and
was
by
his
side
throughout
the
whole
of
some
of
his
hottest
and
hardest
fought
battles
(as,
for
instance,
the
sanguinary
battle
of
Zorndorff,
in
which
to
use
his
own
words,
the
balls
fell
around
them
like
a
shower
of
hail),
and,
though
a
civilian,
saw
more
of
the
realities
of
war
on
its
largest
scale
than
many
a
man
who
has
written
himself
Field-Marshall
(vol.
i,
p.
94).
In
1764
Mitchell
went
to
England
where
he
remained
upwards
of
a
year.
In
1765
he
was
made
a
Knight
of
the
Bath;
in
the
spring
of
1766
he
returned
to
Berlin
and
died
there,
January
1771
(vol.
ii,
pp.
358,
360).
Mr.,
afterwards
Sir
James
Harris,
who
succeeded
him,
was
created
Earl
of
Malmesbury,
while
he
who
did
and
suffered
what
no
English
ambassador
did
and
suffered
before
or
since,
died
Sir
Andrew
Mitchell,
Knight
of
the
Bath.
On
August
22,
1758,
Lord
Lyttelton
writing
to
Mrs.
Montagu
alludes
to
the
estate
full
of
coal,
copper,
and
other
mines
lately
inherited
by
her
husband
"I
suppose
this
will
find
you . . . .
got
down
to
the
bottom
of
your
mines . . . .
Since
the
time
that
Proserpina
was
carried
by
her
husband
to
his
Stygian
empire,
the
infernal
regions
have
not
seen
such
a
charming
goddess.
But
is
it
sure
they
will
let
you
return
again
to
day
light?
Upon
my
word
I
think
you
are
in
some
danger
since
the
Habeas
Corpus
Bill
was
thrown
out . . . .
Yet
I
verily
think
Baron
Smith
will
release
you
in
spite
of
them
all,
and
even
if
he
should
fail,
you
have
still
a
resource,
Emin
shall
come
back
and
deliver
you
from
the
shades
as
Hercules
did
Alcestis.
"
(
Letters
of
Elizabeth
Montagu,
Climenson.
)
Sept.
9,
1758,
Lord
Lyttelton
writes
congratulating
Mrs.
Montagu
on
the
King
of
Prussias
"most
glorious
success,
(the
victory
of
Zorndorff,
August
25)
but
I
am
in
pain
till
I
hear
what
has
become
of
Emin.
"
On
Sept.
9,
Emin
wrote
to
Mrs.
Montagu
from
the
Duke
of
Marlbrooughs
Quarters,
"whither,
"
writes
Mrs.
Climenson
"he
had
retired
disconsolate
at
not
being
allowed
to
fight
in
the
battle
by
General
Yorke,
Lady
Ansons
brother,
to
whom
he
had
been
recommended
by
her.
Emin
wished
he
had
a
letter
to
the
King,
and
was
furious
at
General
Yorkes
forbidding
him
to
fight;
probably
the
General
was
too
anxious
for
his
safety.
"
But,
according
to
what
Emin
says
in
his
book,
it
was
Mr.
Mitchell
who
would
not
allow
him
to
fight,
saying,
"as
it
is
my
order,
you
are
to
obey,
"
in
spite
of
all
that
Frederick
wished
to
do
for
him.
To
my
great
disappointment,
I
have
not
succeeded
in
securing
this
letter,
historically
one
of
the
most
interesting
of
Emins
letters.
Some
time
ago
Mrs.
Climenson
disposed
of
it
to
Sir
Herbert
Raphael,
who
gave
it
away
to
someone
-
but
to
whom
he
could
not
tell
me,
so
that
I
have
been
unable
to
trace
it
any
further.
I
can
only
quote
what
Mrs.
Climenson
says
"The
following
description
of
the
King
of
Prussia
is
so
interesting
I
insert
it,
the
whole
letter
to
Mrs.
Montagu,
a
folio
sheet
closely
written,
being
too
long.
"
I
will
do
my
endeavour
to
describe
the
King
of
Prussias
person
and
his
way
of
living.
He
is
no
taller
than
Emin
the
Persian,
he
has
a
short
neck,
he
has
one
of
the
finest
made
heads
ever
I
saw
in
my
life,
with
a
noble
forehead;
he
wears
a
false
wigg,
he
has
very
handsome
nose.
His
eyes
are
grey,
sharp
and
lively,
ready
to
pearce
one
through
and
through.
He
likes
a
man
that
looks
him
in
the
face
when
he
is
talking
to
him.
He
is
well
made
every
where,
with
a
bend
back,
not
stupid
(
sic
stooped?)
at
all,
like
many
Europeans.
His
voice
is
the
sweetest
and
clearest
ever
I
heard.
He
takes
a
great
quantity
of
Spanish
snuff,
from
his
nose
down
to
the
buckles
of
his
shoes
or
boots
is
all
painted
with
that
confounded
stuff.
His
hands
are
as
red
as
paint,
as
if
he
was
a
painter,
grizy
all
over.
He
dines
commonly
between
twelve
and
one,
and
drinks
a
bottle
of
wine
at
his
dinner.
I
was
told
that
he
was
very
unhealthy
in
the
time
of
peace,
but
since
this
war
he
has
grown
healthy,
and
left
off
drinking
a
great
quantity
of
coffee,
which
he
did
formerly.
All
the
satisfaction
that
I
have,
which
is
great
enough
that
I
have
seen
Caesar
alive,
nay
twenty
times
greater,
he
is
more
like
King
Solomon,
for
he
rules
his
nation
by
wisdom
and
understanding . . . .
His
armies
are
not
only
disciplined
to
the
use
of
arms,
but
very
religious,
and
say
their
prayers
three
times
a
day;
it
is
never
neglected,
even
when
they
are
on
the
march.
Emin
winds
up
with
a
message
of
apology
to
Mr.
Burke
for
not
having
written
to
him
from
want
of
time.
(
Letters
of
Elizabeth
Montagu.
)
Discussing
his
own
personal
appearance
with
his
reader,
Henri
de
Catt,
Frederick
said
to
him,
"My
hat
matches
the
rest
of
my
clothing;
it
all
looks
well
worn
and
old,
and
I
like
it
a
hundred
times
better
than
if
it
were
new.
I
hold
neither
for
ostentation,
show,
nor
vanity;
that
is
how
I
am,
sir,
and
you
must
take
me
as
I
am.
One
thing
might
be
better,
and
that
is
my
face,
which
is
always
daubed
with
Spanish
snuff.
This
is
an
abominable
habit
which
I
have
contracted;
and
you
must
confess
that
I
have
somewhat
of
a
swinish
air-confess
now.
"
"I
confess
Sire,
that
your
face,
as
well
as
your
uniform,
is
very
much
covered
with
snuff.
"
"Eh,
Sir,
that
is
what
I
call
being
a
little
swinish.
When
my
good
mother
was
alive,
I
was
cleaner,
or,
to
speak
more
exactly,
less
unclean.
My
affectionate
mother
used
to
have
made
for
me
every
year
a
dozen
shirts
with
pretty
ruffles
which
she
used
to
send
to
me
wherever
I
might
be.
Since
the
irreparable
loss
of
her
which
I
have
suffered,
nobody
has
taken
any
care
of
me;
but
let
us
not
touch
that
chord.
"
(
Frederick
the
Great,
Memoirs
of
his
reader,
Henri
de
Catt,
1758-1760.
)
TO
LORD
LYTTELTON.
(
Sep.
11
1758
)
My
dearest
Lord
I
am
vexed
at
Heart
that
I
coud
not
have
the
Honor
to
write
this
Letter
from
the
Army
of
the
King
of
Prussia,
with
an
Account
of
the
Glorious
Battle
and
of
Victory
over
the
Russians
of
Castrin,
than
of
hence,
where
I
am
doing
nothing
by
idling
away
my
time.
I
believe
I
have
traveled
so
wisely
to
go,
and
to
be
in
that
Battle,
when
I
heard
at
Hagu
that
the
Russians
were
coming
to
Prussian
Country,
as
the
King
of
Prussia
marched
from
the
Seige
of
Almutz
to
the
releive
of
his
Country,
but
I
was
unlucky
enough
not
to
be
permitted
to
be
in
the
Battle,
where
I
might
seen,
and
learn
some
Knowledge;
besides
the
Honour
which
is
do
to
me
after
going
through
so
much
Fitigu,
not
only
impoverishing
myself,
but
very
near
killed
without
Steep,
or
Rest.
a
ll
the
way
from
Hagu
to
Silicia.
I
have
no
Complain
to
make
of
His
Prussian
Majesty,
for
he
was
very
gracious
to
me,
in
leting
me
march
with
him
4
days
at
the
Head
of
his
Noble
Army,
but
of
some
body
else,
which
M
rs
Montagu
will
inform
your
Lordship
of
it.
For
it
is
needles
for
me
to
say
more,
and
your
Lordship
Trouble
to
read.
But
if
you
be
desirious
to
know
of
my
Present
Situation
here,
is
miserable,
and
disagreeable
enough.
I
rather
be
(the
few
Months
that
I
am
to
remain
in
Europe)
with
your
Lordship,
than
here
doing
nothing
like
a
Vagabond.
Tho
His
Grace
is
very
kind
to
me
but
my
good
Lord,
that
will
never
teach
me
to
learn
the
Art
of
War.
I
never
was
so
comfortless,
as
since
I
left
my
Friends.
I
am
resolved
to
return,
if
I
am
not
detatched
to
some
Corps
in
few
days
time.
I
might
if
I
had
money
of
any
own.
It
is
just
enough
to
keep
me
alive,
and
no
more
to
spare
to
buy
me
a
Horse.
Our
army
is
near
enough
to
shake
hands
with
the
Enemy,
but
there
is
no
Talk
of
a
Battle
yet,
and
shoud
I
be
so
happy
to
see
one,
while
remain
here,
I
woud
take
upon
me
to
give
your
Lordship
as
good
account,
as
I
can.
Prince
Ferdinande
was
here
about
some
days
ago,
who
without
any
Bodies
Interest
took
a
very
great
Notice
of
me.
His
Highness
had
another
Letter
with
the
particulars
of
the
Battle
of
Custrin
from
the
King
of
Prussia;
that
after
the
Battle
they
found
twenty
six
Thowsand
Russians
killed
in
the
Field,
and
hundred
and
sixty
Cannons
taken
with
four
or
fife
General
Officers.
The
Loss
of
the
Prussians
was
but
six
hundred,
and
about
as
many
wounded.
This
was
a
great
Stroke,
but
realy
my
Lord
I
think
I
have
been
used
barbarously
not
to
have
some
little
share
of
it.
Had
not
I
been
a
Christian
belive
me
I
woud
cut
the
Head
of
the
man
off
who
prevented
me.
I
trie
and
use
all
the
means
to
forget
it,
but
is
imposible.
I
am
ready
to
burst
in
Two,
and
shall
remain
unhappy
till
I
receive
a
Letter
of
Consolation
either
from
you,
or
from
my
Magnanimus
Queen
of
the
East,
Glory
of
the
World.
Then
I
may
comfort
my
poor
self
a
little,
otherwise
I
cant.
My
best
Respects
to
my
Lady
to
M
rs
&
Miss
Lyttleton.
I
am
with
the
utmost
Gratitude,
and
Veneration
My
dear
dear
Lord
Your
Lordships
Most
Obed
t
most
gratefull
obliged
humble
Servant
J.
EMIN.
Marvel
at
the
Duke
of
Marlbroughs
Quarter
in
the
Bishoprick
of
Munster
Sep
r
11
th
1758
P.
S.
If
you
Honour
me
with
a
Letter
send
it
to
my
D
r
Monsey
and
he
will
convey
it
to
me.
On
Dec.
2
Mrs.
Montagu
writes
to
her
husband,
"Emin
is
come
home,
he
has
a
great
loss
of
the
Duke
of
Marlborough
who
called
him
his
Lion,
and
kept
him
always
with
him.
He
has
been
a
sort
of
aide-de-camp
to
Count
Schullenburg;
he
has
lately
been
in
Holland,
where
the
Armenians
have
promised
to
assist
his
schemes.
Lady
Yarmouth
has
him
with
her
in
a
morning,
and
promises
him
her
interest
with
a
very
great
man,
Lord
Northumberland,
Lord
Anson,
and
General
York
are
to
be
his
advocates
with
Mr.
Pitt.
He
is
an
astonishing
creature
to
take
thus
with
all
kinds
of
people.
He
hopes
to
go
home
in
January
in
a
sort
of
public
character.
He
is
full
of
anecdotes
of
the
King
of
Prussia.
He
says
his
eyes
and
forehead
are
just
like
mine,
and
he
is
as
particular
in
his
description
of
him
as
a
portrait
painter
would
be.
He
marched
with
him
seven
days;
the
Prussian
Hero
is
as
easy
and
familiar
as
a
private
man,
knowing
his
character
will
give
him
more
respect
than
his
rank;
it
is
not
advisable
in
general
for
Princes
to
lay
aside
their
rank
lest
they
should
not
otherwise
gain
respect,
but
a
truly
great
man
is
above
all
respect
that
is
not
personal.
"
In
the
"Letters,
"
vol.
ii,
p.
241,
Mrs.
Climenson
writes,
"not
only
did
he
think
Mrs.
Montagu
equal
in
cleverness
to
Frederick
the
Great,
but
he
considered
her
forehead
and
eyes
like
his,
to
the
great
indignation
of
Lord
Bath
and
Dr.
Monsey,
who
pronounced
it
impossible
she
should
resemble
so
blood-thirsty
a
character.
"
The
next
morning
he
waited
on
the
late
lady
Yarmouth,
with
a
letter
from
her
dear
son
count
Walmoden,
commissary-general
in
the
Hanoverian
army.
After
some
compliments
passed,
her
ladyship
said
in
French,
"what
is
your
desire?
Why
did
not
you
accept
my
sons
purse
of
a
hundred
ducats
which,
when
you
took
leave
of
him
early
in
the
morning,
he
offered
you
in
our
army
at
his
quarters?
You
have
had
nothing
in
all
the
campaign
for
your
pains.
"
He
thanked
her
ladyship,
and
said,
he
wanted
for
nothing
but
her
interest
in
his
favour,
that
he
might
see
the
late
Lord
Chatham
(at
that
time
Mr.
Pitt),
who
had
made
a
point
to
make
himself
inaccessible
to
Emin.
She
said
to
him,
"Go
home,
and
I
will
speak
to
his
majesty
who
will
directly
request
Mr.
Pitt
to
see
you.
"
No
sooner
was
he
in
his
habitation,
than
a
servant
was
sent
by
Mr.
Pitt,
for
Emin
to
go
to
him.
He
went
to
his
lordship,
who
lived
then
in
St.
Jamess
Square.
He
there
saw
the
great
Mr.
Pitt,
who
ran
and
took
him
in
his
arms,
and
said,
"Well
done,
my
friend!
upon
my
honour
I
declined
giving
you
an
audience,
on
purpose
to
discover
if
you
had
art
enough
to
find
a
way
to
see
me.
I
have
spoke
of
you
both
to
my
sister
Mary,
and
your
good
friend
Mrs.
Montague.
When
you
came
to
my
house,
I
ordered
my
servant
to
say
that
I
could
not
see
you,
which
disobliged
them
both;
but
I
told
them
my
reasons,
and
that
I
did
it
with
a
design.
Now
I
find
you
were
awake,
and
at
last
you
have
succeeded,
and
I
hope
you
will
succeed
in
every
thing
you
undertake;
and
from
this
moment
I
will
regard
you
equally
with
your
other
friends.
I
am
ordered
by
his
majesty
to
let
you
know,
that
he
is
graciously
pleased
with
your
conduct
in
his
army,
which
count
Walmoden
has
given
a
particular
account
of;
and
his
majesty
has
commanded
me
to
inform
you,
that
you
may
have
your
choice
of
two
things;
either
to
be
honoured
with
a
commission
in
his
army,
or
to
have
one
in
Bengal,
where
your
father
and
friends
are.
"
Emin
returned
his
humble
thanks,
saying,
He
had
what
he
wanted,
which
was
the
honour
of
seeing
him.
He
then
took
leave,
and
went
away
with
infinite
satisfaction.
And
this
circumstance
made
more
noise
than
the
reception
of
the
king
of
Prussia.
His
majesty
did
not
fail
even
to
acquaint
the
late
duke
and
duchess
of
Northumberland,
of
wandering
Emins
behaviour
in
Germany;
which
he
himself
thinks
but
trifling,
though
his
friends
commended
it,
out
of
mere
partiality,
for
his
further
encouragement,
to
make
it
more
easy
to
push
him
on,
and
to
pave
a
way
for
his
honest
design;
for
that
reason
alone
they
spread
his
character
every
where,
to
make
him
a
little
considerable,
well
knowing
he
was
as
poor
as
Job;
yet
he
could
have
subsisted
upon
little
with
content,
so
as
not
to
be
an
incumbrance
to
any
one
of
them
for
their
zeal.
END
OF
PART
I.
