[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.