142.]-- Figure that, spoken from amid the dark sick whirlpools, the mortal quicksands, in Friedrich Wilhelm's voice, clangorously plaintive; what a wild sincerity, almost pathos, is in it; and whether Fritzchen, with his eyes all bewept even for what Papa had suffered in that matter, felt lively gratitudes to the House of Austria at this moment!-- It was four months after, "21st January, 1735," [Fassmann, p.

533.] when the King first got back to Berlin, to enlighten the eyes of the Carnival a little, as his wont had been.

The crisis of his Majesty's illness is over, present danger gone; and the Carnival people, not without some real gladness, though probably with less than they pretend, can report him well again.

Which is far from being the fact, if they knew it.
Friedrich Wilhelm is on his feet again; but he never more was well.

Nor has he forgotten that word at Priort, "like the turning of a dagger in one's heart;"-- and indeed gets himself continually reminded of it by practical commentaries from the Vienna Quarter.
In April, Prince Lichtenstein arrives on Embassy with three requests or demands from Vienna: "1.