To see your Chapel made a Soldiers' Barrack, your Protestant School become a Jesuit one,--Men did not then think of revolting under injuries; but the poor Silesian weaver, trudging twenty miles for his Sunday sermon; and perceiving that, unless their Mother could teach the art of reading, his boys, except under soul's peril, would now never learn it: such a Silesian could not want for reflections.

Voiceless, hopeless, but heavy; and dwelling secretly, as under nightmare, in a million hearts.

Austrian Officiality, wilfully unjust, or not wilfully so, is admitted to be in a most heavy-footed condition; can administer nothing well.

Good Government in any kind is not known here: Possibly the Prussian will be better; who can say?
"The secret joy of these populations, as Friedrich advances among them, becomes more and more a manifest one.

Catholic Officials do not venture on any definite hope, or definite balance of hope and fear, but adopt the Mayor of Grunberg's course, and study to be passive and silent.
The Jesuit-Priest kind are clear in their minds for Austria; but think, Perhaps Prussia itself will not prove very tyrannous?
At all events, be silent; it is unsafe to stir.