all."

"But in that case, there will be another terrible hue and cry about
the infringement of the rights of the holy German empire," said
Count Saurau, smiling; "Prussia will have a new opportunity of
playing the defender of the German fatherland."

"My dear count, never mind the bombastic nonsense in which Prussia
is going to indulge--we shall take good care that nothing comes of
it. Prussia has no longer a Frederick the Great at her head, but the
fat Frederick William the Second--"

"But his life," said the count, interrupting him, "I know for
certain, will last but a few days, at best for a few weeks; for his
disease, dropsy of the chest, you know, does not even respect
kings."

"And when Prussia has lost her present fat king, she will have
another, Frederick William--a young man twenty-seven years of age,
volia tout! He is just as old as General Bonaparte, and was born in
the same year as this general whose glory already fills the whole
world; but of the young heir of the Prussian throne the world has
heard nothing as yet, except that he has a most beautiful wife. He
is not dangerous, therefore, and I hope and believe that Austria
never will lack the power to humiliate and check this Prussian
kingdom--this revolutionary element in the heart of the German
empire. The danger, however, that threatens us now, does not come
from Prussia, but from France, and especially from this General
Bonaparte, who, by his glory and his wonderful battles, excites the
wildest enthusiasm for the cause of the revolution, and delights the