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The Pfalz question being in such a predicament, and Luiscius diplomatizing upon it in such heavy-footed manner, his Majesty thinks a journey to Holland, to visit one’s Kinsfolk there, and incidentally speak a word with the High Mightinesses upon Pfalz, would not be amiss.  Such journey is decided on; Crown-Prince to accompany.  Summer of 1738:  a short visit, quite without fuss; to last only three days;-mere sequel to the Reviews held in those adjacent Cleve Countries; so that the Gazetteers may take no notice.  All which was done accordingly:  Crown-Prince’s first sight of Holland; and one of the few reportable points of his Reinsberg life, and not quite without memorability to him and us.

On the 8th of July, 1738, the Review Party got upon the road for Wesel:  all through July, they did their reviewing in those Cleve Countries; and then struck across for the Palace of Loo in Geldern, where a Prince of Orange countable kinsman to his Prussian Majesty, and a Princess still more nearly connected,-English George’s Daughter, own niece to his Prussian Majesty,-are in waiting for this distinguished honor.  The Prince of Orange we have already seen, for a moment once; at the siege of Philipsburg four years ago, when the sale of Chasot’s horses went off so well.  “Nothing like selling horses when your company have dined well,” whispered he to Chasot, at that time; since which date we have heard nothing of his Highness.

He is not a beautiful man; he has a crooked back, and features conformable; but is of prompt vivacious nature, and does not want for sense and good-humor.  Paternal George, the gossips say, warned his Princess, when this marriage was talked of, “You will find him very ill-looking, though!” “And if I found him a baboon !” answered she; being so heartily tired of St. James’s.  And in fact, for anything I have heard, they do well enough together.  She is George II.’s eldest Princess;-next elder to our poor Amelia, who was once so interesting to us!  What the Crown-Prince now thought of all that, I do not know; but the Books say, poor Amelia wore the willow, and specially wore the Princes miniature on her breast all her days after, which were many.  Grew corpulent, somewhat a huddle in appearance and equipment, eyelids like upper-LIPS, for one item:  but when life itself fled, the miniature was found in its old place, resting on the old heart after some sixty years.  O Time, O Sons and Daughters of Time!-

His Majesty’s reception at Loo was of the kind he liked,-cordial, honorable, unceremonious; and these were three pleasant days he had.  Pleasant for the Crown-Prince too; as the whole Journey had rather been; Papa, with covert satisfaction, finding him a wise creature, after all, and “more serious” than formerly.  “Hm, you don’t know what things are in that Fritz!” his Majesty murmured sometimes, in these later years, with a fine light in his eyes.

Loo itself is a beautiful Palace:  “Loo, close by the Village Appeldoorn, is a stately brick edifice, built with architectural regularity; has finely decorated rooms, beautiful gardens, and round are superb alleys of oak and linden.” [Busching, Erdbeschreibung, vii.] There saunters pleasantly our Crown-Prince, for these three days;-and one glad incident I do perceive to have befallen him there:  the arrival of a Letter from Voltaire.  Letter much expected, which had followed him from Wesel; and which he answers here, in this brick Palace, among the superb avenues and gardens. [OEuvres, xx, the Letter, “Cirey, June, 1738;” I, the Answer to it, “Loo, 6th August, 1738.”]

No doubt a glad incident, irradiating, as with a sudden sunburst in gray weather, the commonplace of things.  Here is news worth listening to; news as from the empyrean!  Free interchange of poetries and proses, of heroic sentiments and opinions, between the Unique of Sages and the Paragon of Crown-Princes; how charming to both!  Literary business, we perceive, is brisk on both hands; at Cirey the Discours sur l’Homme ("Sixth DISCOURS” arrives in this packet at Loo, surely a deathless piece of singing); nor is Reinsberg idle:  Reinsberg is copiously doing verse, such verse! and in prose, very earnestly, an “ANTI-MACHIAVEL;” which soon afterwards filled all the then world, though it has now fallen so silent again.  And at Paris, as Voltaire announces with a flourish, “M. de Maupertuis’s excellent Book, Figure de la T’erre, is out;” [Paris, 1738:  Maupertuis’s “measurement of a degree,” in the utmost North, 1736-1737 (to prove the Earth flattened there).  Vivid Narrative; somewhat gesticulative, but duly brief.  The only Book of that great Maupertuis which is now readable to human nature.] M. de Maupertuis, home from the Polar regions and from measuring the Earth there; the sublimest miracle in Paris society at present.  Might build, new-build, an ACADEMY OF SCIENCES at Berlin for your Royal Highness, one day? suggests Voltaire, on this occasion:  and Friedrich, as we shall see, takes the hint.  One passage of the Crown-Prince’s Answer is in these terms;-fixing this Loo visit to its date for us, at any rate:-

“LOO IN HOLLAND, 6th AUGUST, 1739....  I write from a place where there lived once a great man [William III. of England, our Dutch William]; which is now the Prince of Orange’s House.  The demon of Ambition sheds its unhappy poisons over his days.  He might be the most fortunate of men; and he is devoured by chagrins in his beautiful Palace here, in the middle of his gardens and of a brilliant Court.  It is pity in truth; for he is a Prince with no end of wit (INFINIMENT D’ESPRIT), and has respectable qualités.”  Not Stadtholder, unluckily; that is where the shoe pinches; the Dutch are on the Republican tack, and will not have a Stadtholder at present.  No help for it in one’s beautiful gardens and avenues of oak and linden.

“I have talked a great deal about Newton with the Princess,”-about Newton; never hinted at Amelia; not permissible!-“from Newton we passed to Leibnitz; and from Leibnitz to the Late Queen of England,” Caroline lately gone, “who, the Prince told me, was of Clarke’s sentiment” on that important theological controversy now dead to mankind.-And of Jenkins and his Ear did the Princess say nothing?  That is now becoming a high phenomenon in England!  But readers must wait a little.

Pity that we cannot give these two Letters in full; that no reader, almost, could be made to understand them, or to care for them when understood.  Such the cruelty of Time upon this Voltaire-Friedrich Correspondence, and some others; which were once so rosy, sunny, and are now fallen drearily extinct,-studiable by Editors only!  In itself the Friedrich-Voltaire Correspondence, we can see, was charming; very blossomy at present:  businesses increasing; mutual admiration now risen to a great height,-admiration sincere on both sides, most so on the Prince’s, and extravagantly expressed on both sides, most so on Voltaire’s.

CROWN-PRINCE BECOMES A FREEMASON; AND IS HARANGUED BY MONSIEUR DE BIELFELD.

His Majesty, we said, had three pleasant days at Loo; discoursing, as with friends, on public matters, or even on more private matters, in a frank unconstrained way.  He is not to be called “Majesty” on this occasion; but the fact, at Loo, and by the leading Mightinesses of the Republic, who come copiously to compliment him there, is well remembered.  Talk there was, with such leading Mightinesses, about the Julich-and-Berg question, aim of this Journey:  earnest enough private talk with some of them:  but it availed nothing; and would not be worth reporting now to any creature, if we even knew it.  In fact, the Journey itself remains mentionable chiefly by one very trifling circumstance; and then by another, not important either, which followed out of that.  The trifling circumstance is,-That Friedrich, in the course of this Journey, became a Freemason:  and the unimportant sequel was, That he made acquaintance with one Bielfeld, on the occasion; who afterwards wrote a Book about him, which was once much read, though never much worth reading, and is still citable, with precaution, now and then. [Monsieur Baron de Bielfeld, Lettres Familieres et Autres, 1763;-second edition, 2 vols. a Leide, 1767, is the one we use here.] Trifling circumstance, of Freemasonry, as we read in Bielfeld and in many Books after him, befell in manner following.

Among the dinner-guests at Loo, one of those three days, was a Prince of Lippe-Buckeburg,-Prince of small territory, but of great speculation; whose territory lies on the Weser, leading to Dutch connections; and whose speculations stretch over all the Universe, in a high fantastic style:-he was a dinner-guest; and one of the topics that came up was Freemasonry; a phantasmal kind of object, which had kindled itself, or rekindled, in those years, in England first of all; and was now hovering about, a good deal, in Germany and other countries; pretending to be a new light of Heaven, and not a bog-meteor of phosphorated hydrogen, conspicuous in the murk of things.  Bog-meteor, foolish putrescent will-o’-wisp, his Majesty promptly defined it to be:  Tom-foolery and KINDERSPIEL, what else?  Whereupon ingenious Buckeburg, who was himself a Mason, man of forty by this time, and had high things in him of the Quixotic type, ventured on defence; and was so respectful, eloquent, dexterous, ingenious, he quite captivated, if not his Majesty, at least the Crown-Prince, who was more enthusiastic for high things.  Crown-Prince, after table, took his Durchlaucht of Buckeburg aside; talked farther on the subject, expressed his admiration, his conviction,-his wish to be admitted into such a Hero Fraternity.  Nothing could be welcomer to Durchlaucht.  And so, in all privacy, it was made up betweeen them, That Durchlaucht, summoning as many mystic Brothers out of Hamburg as were needful, should be in waiting with them, on the Crown-Prince’s road homeward,-say at Brunswick, night before the Fair, where we are to be,-and there make the Crown-Prince a Mason. [Bielfeld, -16; Preuss, ; Preuss, Buch fur Jedermann, .]

This is Bielfeld’s account, repeated ever since; substantially correct, except that the scene was not Loo at all:  dinner and dialogue, it now appears, took place in Durchlaucht’s own neighborhood, during the Cleve Review time; “probably at Minden, 17th July;” and all was settled into fixed program before Loo came in sight. [OEuvres de Frederic, xv:  Friedrich’s Letter to this Durchlaucht, “Comte de Schaumbourg-Lippe” he calls him; date, “Moyland, 26th July, 1738:  “Moyland, a certain SCHLOSS, or habitable Mansion, of his Majesty’s, few miles to north of Mors in the Cleve Country; where his Majesty used often to pause;-and where (what will be much more remarkable to readers) the Crown-Prince and Voltaire had their first meeting, two years hence.] Bielfeld’s report of the subsequent procedure at Brunswick, as he saw it and was himself part of it, is liable to no mistakes, at least of the involuntary kind; and may, for anything we know, be correct in every particular.

He says (veiling it under discreet asterisks, which are now decipherable enough), The Durchlaucht of Lippe-Buckeburg had summoned six Brethren of the Hamburg Lodge; of whom we mention only a Graf von Kielmannsegge, a Baron von Oberg, both from Hanover, and Bielfeld himself, a Merchant’s Son, of Hamburg; these, with “Kielmannsegge’s Valet to act as Tiler,” Valet being also a Mason, and the rule equality of mankind,-were to have the honor of initiating the Crown-Prince.  They arrived at the Western Gate of Brunswick on the 11th of August, as prearranged; Prussian Majesty not yet come, but coming punctually on the morrow.  It is Fair-time; all manner of traders, pedlers, showmen rendezvousing; many neighboring Nobility too, as was still the habit.  “Such a bulk of light luggage?” said the Custom-house people at the Gate;-but were pacified by slipping them a ducat.  Upon which we drove to “Korn’s Hotel” (if anybody now knew it); and there patiently waited.  No great things of a Hotel, says Bielfeld; but can be put up with;-worst feature is, we discover a Hanover acquaintance lodging close by, nothing but a wooden partition between us:  How if he should overhear!-

Prussian Majesty and suite, under universal cannon-salvos, arrived, Sunday the 12th; to stay till Wednesday (three days) with his august Son-in-law and Daughter here.  Durchlaucht Lippe presents himself at Court, the rest of us not; privately settles with the Prince:  “Tuesday night, eve of his Majesty’s departure; that shall be the night:  at Korn’s Hotel, late enough!” And there, accordingly, on the appointed night, 14th-15th August, 1738, the light-luggage trunks have yielded their stage-properties; Jachin and Boaz are set up, and all things are ready; Tiler (Kielmannsegge’s Valet) watching with drawn sword against the profane.  As to our Hanover neighbor, on the other side the partition, says Bielfeld, we waited on him, this day after dinner, successively paying our respects; successively pledged him in so many bumpers, he is lying dead drunk hours ago, could not overhear a cannon-battery, he.  And soon after midnight, the Crown-Prince glides in, a Captain Wartensleben accompanying, who is also a candidate; and the mysterious rites are accomplished on both of them, on the Crown-Prince first, without accident, and in the usual way.

Bielfeld could not enough admire the demeanor of this Prince, his clearness, sense, quiet brilliancy; and how he was so “intrepid,” and “possessed himself so gracefully in the most critical instants.”  Extremely genial air, and so young, looks younger even than his years:  handsome to a degree, though of short stature.  Physiognomy, features, quite charming; fine auburn hair (BEAU BRUN), a negligent plenty of it; “his large blue eyes have something at once severe, sweet and gracious.”  Eligible Mason indeed.  Had better make despatch at present, lest Papa be getting on the road before him!-Bielfeld delivered a small address, composed beforehand; with which the Prince seemed to be content.  And so, with masonic grip, they made their adieus for the present; and the Crown-Prince and Wartensleben were back at their posts, ready for the road along with his Majesty.

His Majesty came on Sunday; goes on Wednesday, home now at a stretch; and, we hope, has had a good time of it here, these three days.  Daughter Charlotte and her Serene Husband, well with their subjects, well with one another, are doing well; have already two little Children; a Boy the elder, of whom we have heard:  Boy’s name is Karl, age now three; sprightly, reckoned very clever, by the fond parents;-who has many things to do in the world, by and by; to attack the French Revolution, and be blown to pieces by it on the Field of Jena, for final thing!  That is the fate of little Karl, who frolics about here, so sunshiny and ingenuous at present.

Karl’s Grandmother, the Serene Dowager Duchess, Friedrich’s own Mother-in-law, his Majesty and Friedrich would also of course see here.  Fine Younger Sons of hers are coming forward; the reigning Duke beautifully careful about the furtherance of these Cadets of the House.  Here is Prince Ferdinand, for instance; just getting ready for the Grand Tour; goes in a month hence:  [Mauvillon (FILS, son of him whom we cite otherwise), Geschichte Ferdinands Herzogs von Braunschweig-Lüneburg (Leipzig, 1794), -25.] a fine eupeptic loyal young fellow; who, in a twenty years more, will be Chatham’s Generalissimo, and fight the French to some purpose.  A Brother of his, the next elder, is now fighting the Turks for his Kaiser; does not like it at all, under such Seckendorfs and War-Ministries as there are.  Then, elder still, eldest of all the Cadets, there is Anton Ulrich, over at Petersburg for some years past, with outlooks high enough:  To wed the Mecklenburg Princess there (Daughter of the unutterable Duke), and be as good as Czar of all the Russias one day.  Little to his profit, poor soul!-These, historically ascertainable, are the aspects of the Brunswick Court during those three days of Royal Visit, in Fair-time; and may serve to date the Masonic Transaction for us, which the Crown-Prince has just accomplished over at Korn’s.

As for the Transaction itself, there is intrinsically no harm in this initiation, we will hope:  but it behooves to be kept well hidden from Papa.  Papa’s good opinion of the Prince has sensibly risen, in the course of this Journey, “so rational, serious, not dangling about among the women as formerly;”-and what a shock would this of Korn’s Hotel be, should Papa hear of it!  Poor Papa, from officious tale-bearers he hears many things:  is in distress about Voltaire, about Hétérodoxies;-and summoned the Crown-Prince, by express, from Reinsberg, on one occasion lately, over to Potsdam, “to take the Communion” there, by way of case-hardening against Voltaire and Hétérodoxies!  Think of it, human readers!-We will add the following stray particulars, more or less illustrative of the Masonic Transaction; and so end that trifling affair.

The Captain Wartensleben, fellow-recipient of the mysteries at Brunswick, is youngest son, by a second marriage, of old Feldmarschall Wartensleben, now deceased; and is consequently Uncle, Half-Uncle, of poor Lieutenant Katte, though some years younger than Katte would now have been.  Tender memories hang by Wartensleben, in a silent way!  He is Captain in the Potsdam Giants; somewhat an intimate, and not undeservedly so, of the Crown-Prince;-succeeds Wolden as Hofmarschall at Reinsberg, not many months after this; Wolden having died of an apoplectic stroke.  Of Bielfeld comes a Book, slightly citable; from no other of the Brethren, or their Feat at Kern’s, comes (we may say) anything whatever.  The Crown-Prince prosecuted his Masonry, at Reinsberg or elsewhere, occasionally, for a year or two; but was never ardent in it; and very soon after his Accession, left off altogether:  “Child’s-play and IGNIS FATUUS mainly! A Royal Lodge was established at Berlin, of which the new King consented to be patron; but he never once entered the place; and only his Portrait (a welcomely good one, still to be found there) presided over the mysteries in that Establishment.  Harmless fire, but too fatuous; mere flame-circles cut in the air, for infants, we know how!-

With Lippe-Buckeburg there ensued some Correspondence, high enough on his Serenity’s side; but it soon languished on the Prince’s side; and in private Poetry, within a two years of this Brunswick scene, we find Lippe used proverbially for a type-specimen of Fools. ["Taciturne, Caton, avec mes bons parents, Aussi fou que la Lippe met les jeunes gens.” OEuvres, x (Discours sur la Fausseté, written 1740).] A windy fantastic individual;-overwhelmed in finance-difficulties too!  Lippe continued writing; but “only Secretaries now answered him” from Berlin.  A son of his, son and successor, something of a Quixote too, but notable in Artillery-practice and otherwise, will turn up at a future stage.

Nor is Bielfeld with his Book a thing of much moment to Friedrich or to us.  Bielfeld too has a light airy vein of talk; loves Voltaire and the Philosophies in a light way;-knows the arts of Society, especially the art of flattering; and would fain make himself agreeable to the Crown-Prince, being anxious to rise in the world.  His Father is a Hamburg Merchant, Hamburg “Sealing-wax Manufacturer,” not ill off for money:  Son has been at schools, high schools, under tutors, posture-masters; swashes about on those terms, with French ESPRIT in his mouth, and lace ruffles at his wrists; still under thirty; showy enough, sharp enough; considerably a coxcomb, as is still evident.  He did transiently get about Friedrich, as we shall see; and hoped to have sold his heart to good purpose there;-was, by and by, employed in slight functions; not found fit for grave ones.  In the course of some years, he got a title of Baron; and sold his heart more advantageously, to some rich Widow or Fräulein; with whom he retired to Saxony, and there lived on an Estate he had purchased, a stranger to Prussia thenceforth.

His Book (Lettres Familieres et Autres, all turning on Friedrich), which came out in 1763, at the height of Friedrich’s fame, and was much read, is still freely cited by Historians as an Authority.  But the reading of a few pages sufficiently intimates that these “Letters” never can have gone through a terrestrial Post-office; that they are an afterthought, composed from vague memory and imagination, in that fine Saxon retreat;-a sorrowful ghost-like “TRAVELS OF ANACHARSIS,” instead of living words by an eye-witness!  Not to be cited “freely” at all, but sparingly and under conditions.  They abound in small errors, in misdates, mistakes; small fictions even, and impossible pretensions:-foolish mortal, to write down his bit of knowledge in that form!  For the man, in spite of his lace ruffles and gesticulations, has brisk eyesight of a superficial kind:  he COULD have done us this little service (apparently his one mission in the world, for which Nature gave him bed and board here); and he, the lace ruffles having gone into his soul, has been tempted into misdoing it!-Bielfeld and Bielfeld’s Book, such as they are, appear to be the one conquest Friedrich got of Freemasonry; no other result now traceable to us of that adventure in Korn’s Hotel, crowning event of the Journey to Loo.

SECKENDORF GETS LODGED IN GRATZ.

Feldmarschall Seckendorf, after unheard-of wrestlings with the Turk War, and the Vienna War-Office (HOFKRIEGSRATH), is sitting, for the last three weeks,-where thinks the reader?-in the Fortress of Gratz among the Hills of Styria; a State-Prisoner, not likely to get out soon!  Seckendorf led forth, in 1737, “such an Army, for number, spirit and equipment,” say the Vienna people, “as never marched against the Turk before;” and it must be owned, his ill success has been unparalleled.  The blame was not altogether his; not chiefly his, except for his rash undertaking of the thing, on such terms as there were.  But the truth is, that first scene we saw of him,-an Army all gone out trumpeting and drumming into the woods to FIND its Commander-in-Chief,-was an emblem of the Campaign in general.  Excellent Army; but commanded by nobody in particular; commanded by a HOFKRIEGSRATH at Vienna, by a Franz Duke of Tuscany, by Feldmarschall Seckendorf, and by subordinates who were disobedient to him:  which accordingly, almost without help of the Turk and his disorderly ferocity, rubbed itself to pieces before long.  Roamed about, now hither now thither, with plans laid and then with plans suddenly altered, Captain being Chaos mainly; in swampy countries, by overflowing rivers, in hunger, hot weather, forced marches; till it was marched gradually off its feet; and the clouds of chaotic Turks, who did finally show face, had a cheap pennyworth of it.  Never was such a campaign seen as this of Seckendorf in 1737, said mankind.  Except indeed that the present one, Campaign of 1738, in those parts, under a different hand, is still worse; and the Campaign of 1739, under still a different, will be worst of all!-Kaiser Karl and his Austrians do not prosper in this Turk War, as the Russians do,-who indeed have got a General equal to his task:  Munnich, a famed master in the art of handling Turks and War-Ministries:  real father of Russian Soldiering, say the Russians still.

Campaign 1737, with clouds of chaotic Turks now sabring on the skirts of it, had not yet ended, when Seckendorf was called out of it; on polite pretexts, home to Vienna; and the command given to another.  At the gates of Vienna, in the last days of October, 1737, an Official Person, waiting for the Feldmarschall, was sorry to inform him, That he, Feldmarschall Seckendorf, was under arrest; arrest in his own house, in the KOHLMARKT (Cabbage-market so called), a captain and twelve musketeers to watch over him with fixed bayonets there; strictly private, till the HOFKRIEGSRATH had satisfied themselves in a point or two.  “Hmph!” snuffled he; with brow blushing slate-color, I should think, and gray eyes much alight.  And ever since, for ten months or so, Seckendorf, sealed up in the Cabbage-market, has been fencing for life with the HOFKRIEGSRATH; who want satisfaction upon “eighty-six” different “points;” and make no end of chicaning to one’s clear answers.  And the Jesuits preach, too:  “A Heretic, born enemy of Christ and his Kaiser; what is the use of questioning!” And the Heathen rage, and all men gnash their teeth, in this uncomfortable manner.

Answering done, there comes no verdict, much less any acquittal; the captain and twelve musketeers, three of them with fixed bayonets in one’s very bedroom, continue.  One evening, 21st July, 1738, glorious news from the seat of War-not TILL evening, as the Imperial Majesty was out hunting-enters Vienna; blowing trumpets; shaking flags:  “Grand Victory over the Turks!” so we call some poor skirmish there has been; and Vienna bursting all into three-times-three, the populace get very high.  Populace rush to the Kohlmarkt:  break the Seckendorf windows; intent to massacre the Seckendorf; had not fresh military come, who were obliged to fire and kill one or two.  “The house captain and his twelve musketeers, of themselves, did wonders; Seckendorf and all his domestics were in arms:”  “JARNI-BLEU” for the last time!-This is while the Crown-Prince is at Wesel; sound asleep, most likely; Loo, and the Masonic adventure, perhaps twinkling prophetically in his dreams.

At two next morning, an Official Gentleman informs Seckendorf, That he, for his part, must awaken, and go to Gratz.  And in one hour more (3 A.M.), the Official Gentleman rolls off with him; drives all day; and delivers his Prisoner at Gratz:-“Not so much as a room ready there; Prisoner had to wait an hour in the carriage,” till some summary preparation were made.  Wall-neighbors of the poor Feldmarschall, in his Fortress here, were “a GOLD-COOK (swindling Alchemist), who had gone crazy; and an Irish Lieutenant, confined thirty-two years for some love-adventure, likewise pretty crazy; their noises in the night-time much disturbed the Feldmarschall.” [Seckendorfs Leben, i-277 pp. 27-59.] One human thing there still is in his lot, the Feldmarschall’s old Grafinn.  True old Dame, she, both in the Kohlmarkt and at Gratz, stands by him, “imprisoned along with him” if it must be so; ministering, comforting, as only a true Wife can;-and hope has not quite taken wing.

Rough old Feldmarschall; now turned of sixty:  never made such a Campaign before, as this of 1737 followed by 1738!  There sits he; and will not trouble us any more during the present Kaiser’s lifetime.  Friedrich Wilhelm is amazed at these sudden cantings of Fortune’s wheel, and grieves honestly as for an old friend:  even the Crown-Prince finds Seckendorf punished unjustly; and is almost, sorry for him, after all that has come and gone.

THE EAR OF JENKINS RE-EMERGES.

We must add the following, distilled from the English Newspapers, though it is now almost four months after date:-

“LONDON, 1st APRIL, 1738.  In the English House of Commons, much more in the English Public, there has been furious debating for a fortnight past:  Committee of the whole House, examining witnesses, hearing counsel; subject, the Termagant of Spain, and her West-Indian procedures;-she, by her procedures somewhere, is always cutting out work for mankind!  How English and other strangers, fallen-in with in those seas, are treated by the Spaniards, readers have heard, nay have chanced to see; and it is a fact painfully known to all nations.  Fact which England, for one nation, can no longer put up with.  Walpole and the Official Persons would fain smooth the matter; but the West-India Interest, the City, all Mercantile and Navigation Interests are in dead earnest:  Committee of the whole House, ‘Presided by Alderman Perry,’ has not ears enough to hear the immensities of evidence offered; slow Public is gradually kindling to some sense of it.  This had gone on for two weeks, when-what shall we say?-the EAR OF JENKINS re-emerged for the second time; and produced important effects!

“Where Jenkins had been all this while,-steadfastly navigating to and fro, steadfastly eating tough junk with a wetting of rum; not thinking too much of past labors, yet privately ’always keeping his lost Ear in cotton’ (with a kind of ursine piety, or other dumb feeling),-no mortal now knows.  But to all mortals it is evident he was home in London at this time; no doubt a noted member of Wapping society, the much-enduring Jenkins.  And witnesses, probably not one but many, had mentioned him to this Committee, as a case eminently in point.  Committee, as can still be read in its Rhadamanthine Journals, orders:  ’DIE JOVIS, 16 MARTII 1737-1738, That Captain Robert Jenkins do attend this House immediately;’ and then more specially, ‘17 MARTII’ captious objections having risen in Official quarters, as we guess,-’That Captain Robert Jenkins do attend upon Tuesday morning next.’ [Commons Journals, xxiii. (in diebus).] Tuesday next is 21st March,-1st of April, 1738, by our modern Calendar;-and on that day, not a doubt, Jenkins does attend; narrates that tremendous passage we already heard of, seven years ago, in the entrance of the Gulf of Florida; and produces his Ear wrapt in cotton:-setting all on flame (except the Official persons) at sight of it.”

Official persons, as their wont is in the pressure of debate, endeavored to deny, to insinuate in their vile Newspapers, That Jenkins lost his Ear nearer home and not for nothing; as one still reads in the History Books. [Tindal (x.  Coxe, &c.] Sheer calumnies, we now find.  Jenkins’s account was doubtless abundantly emphatic; but there is no ground to question the substantial truth of him and it.  And so, after seven years of unnoticeable burning upon the thick skin of the English Public, the case of Jenkins accidentally burns through, and sets England bellowing; such a smart is there of it,-not to be soothed by Official wet-cloths; but getting worse and worse, for the nineteen months ensuing.  And in short-But we will not anticipate!