CHAPTER XXX. FOURTH CAMPAIGN OF THE SEVEN YEARS鈥?WAR. Herbert would have liked some explanation of this speech, but he could not bring himself to ask for it. He only knew that he began to dislike this man excessively, and hoped they might never have much to say to each other. Peter III. had been left an orphan, and titular Duke of Schleswig-Holstein, when eleven years of age. His mother was a daughter of Peter the Great. His aunt, the Czarina Elizabeth, who had determined not to marry, adopted the child, and pronounced him to be her heir to the throne. Being at that time on friendly terms with Frederick, the Empress Elizabeth had consulted him in reference to a wife for the future czar. It will be remembered that the king effected a marriage between Peter and Sophia, the beautiful daughter of a Prussian general, Prince of Anhalt-Zerbst, and at that time commandant of Stettin. His wife was sister to the heir-apparent of Sweden. Carlyle, speaking of this couple, says: The ceremony was performed by the Reverend Johann Lorenz Mosheim, favorably known throughout Christendom for his treatise upon Ecclesiastical History. Immediately after the nuptial benediction had been pronounced, Fritz wrote as follows to Wilhelmina: 2019中文字字幕在线不卡_中文字幕AV 鈥業t is good for me to be a while in this quiet place. Batala at Christmas time is too bustling. Merry festivities are more delightful to the young than the old. I expected dear Herbert and Mr. Channing to dine with us; and to my surprise we sat down twelve. It was all right; we should use hospitality without grudging, especially at Christmas time; but you know that Char. has a sorrow at her heart. I retired from the merry games, to prepare for the next day鈥檚 long journey. O my Laura, ask for me a gentle sympathising spirit,鈥? By a strange coincidence, within a week or two, Ernest Farrington, Sir Rupert鈥檚 only son, was gazetted to the same regiment, and the two young men presently found themselves in the same squad at recruit鈥檚 drill. TO THE SAME. Col. What? speak out! 鈥業 don鈥檛 like it, I don鈥檛; blowed if I do,鈥?said the Sergeant. 鈥業t ain鈥檛 fair on the youngster, it ain鈥檛鈥攖o give him over to that crack-brained old idiot! Why, you may tell she is mad by her talk and her ways. Maybe she鈥檒l fatten him up and eat him; or perhaps she鈥檒l turn him into a Papist or a Frenchman. He shan鈥檛 go.鈥?