Your people, blown up with self-conceit and folly, may depend on these words.

Adieu, live happy; and while you make all your efforts to destroy Prussia, think that nobody has less deserved it than I, either of you or of your French." [Ib.

xxiii.

72 ("Freyberg, 20th March, 1760").] STILL IN WINTER-QUARTERS (on "Peace" still; but begins with "Maupertuis," which is all we will give).

"What rage animates you against Maupertuis?
You accuse HIM of having published that Furtive EDITION.