Many anecdotes are related illustrative of the kind feelings of378 the king toward the peasants. He was much interested in ameliorating their condition, and said to the Bishop of Varmia, 鈥淏elieve me, if I knew every thing鈥攊f I could read every thing myself鈥攁ll my subjects should be happy. But alas! I am but a man.鈥? And as for families! I never dreamed they could be so nice. an old dear to take so much trouble for such a silly thing as a hat. 福彩3d和值计算 And as for families! I never dreamed they could be so nice. 鈥淢y situation changes every moment. Sometimes I am in favor, sometimes in disgrace. My chief happiness consists in my being absent from him. I lead a quiet and tranquil life with my regiment at Ruppin. Study and music are my principal occupations. I have built me a house there, and laid out a garden where I can read and walk about.鈥? Wouldn't he make a nice villain for a detective story? Frederick concentrated his army at Konopischt, very near Beneschau. He could bring into the field sixty thousand men. Prince Charles was at the head of seventy thousand. In vain336 the Prussian king strove to bring his foes to a pitched battle. Adroitly Prince Charles avoided any decisive engagement. Frederick was fifty miles from Prague. The roads were quagmires. November gales swept his camp. A foe, superior in numbers, equal in bravery, surrounded him on all sides. The hostile army was led by a general whose greater military ability Frederick acknowledged. his advice. However, if he gets back in time, he will see me 鈥淔rederick.鈥? and in return, you will write a letter of acknowledgment once a month. And I will say also that in this novel there is no very weak part 鈥?no long succession of dull pages. The production of novels in serial form forces upon the author the conviction that he should not allow himself to be tedious in any single part. I hope no reader will misunderstand me. In spite of that conviction, the writer of stories in parts will often be tedious. That I have been so myself is a fault that will lie heavy on my tombstone. But the writer when he embarks in such a business should feel that he cannot afford to have many pages skipped out of the few which are to meet the reader鈥檚 eye at the same time. Who can imagine the first half of the first volume of Waverley coming out in shilling numbers? I had realised this when I was writing Framley Parsonage; and working on the conviction which had thus come home to me, I fell into no bathos of dulness. "And how many die every day?" And as for families! I never dreamed they could be so nice.