Reichenbach croaking responsive;--and we are to note, the rooks
always speak in the third person and by ambiguous periphrasis;
never once say "I" or "You," unless forced by this Editor, for
brevity's sake, to do it. Reichenbach from his perch thus hoarsely
chants:--

TO THE HERR GRUMKOW AT BERLIN.

LONDON, 11th APRIL. 'Reichenbach EST COUP-DE-FOUDRE,--is struck by
lightning,--to hear these Berlin news;'--and expresses, in the
style of a whipt dog, his sorrows, uncertainties and terrors, on
the occasion. "Struck with lightning. Feel myself quite ill, and
not in a condition to write much today. It requires another head
than mine to veer round so often ( changer si souvent de
systame ). In fine, Nosti est au bout de son
latin [is at his wit's end, poor devil)!
Both Majesties have spoken openly of the favorable news from
Berlin; funds rose in consequence. New Minister [Walpole come to
the top of the Firm, Townshend soon to withdraw, impatient of the
bottom] is all-powerful now: O TEMPORA, O MORES!" "I receive
universal congratulations, and have to smile" in a ghastly manner.
"The King and Queen despise me. I put myself in their way last
Levee, bowing to the ground; but they did not even condescend to
look." 'Notre grand petit-maitre,' little
George, the Olympian Jove of these parts, "passed on as if
I had not been there." 'Chesterfield, they say, is to go, in
great pomp, as Ambassador Extraordinary, and fetch the
Princess over. And’--Alas, in short, Once I was hap-hap-happy, but
now I'm MEEserable!