Without more ado he gave me a draft for four hundred albertsthalers, which I got cashed immediately, the albertsthaler being worth half a ducat.  I bade farewell to the duchess, and dined a second time with M. de Kaiserling.

The next day the young chamberlain came to bring me the duke’s letter, to wish me a pleasant journey, and to tell me that the Court carriage was at my door.  I set out well pleased with the assistance the stuttering Lambert had given me, and by noon I was at Riga.  The first thing I did was to deliver my letter of introduction to Prince Charles.

THE MEMOIRS OF JACQUES CASANOVA DE SEINGALT

The rare unabridged London edition of 1894 translated by Arthur Machen to which has been added the chapters discovered by Arthur Symons.

Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt 1725-1798 in London and Moscow,
Volume 5e—­Russia and Poland

RUSSIA AND POLAND

CHAPTER XIX

My Stay at Riga—­Campioni St. Heleine—­D’Asagon—­Arrival of the Empress—­I Leave Riga and Go to St. Petersburg—­I See Society—­I Buy Zaira

Prince Charles de Biron, the younger son of the Duke of Courland, Major-General in the Russian service, Knight of the Order of St. Alexander Newski, gave me a distinguished reception after reading his father’s letter.  He was thirty-six years of age, pleasant-looking without being handsome, and polite and well-mannered, and he spoke French extremely well.  In a few sentences he let me know what he could do for me if I intended to spend some time at Riga.  His table, his friends, his pleasures, his horses, his advice, and his purse, all these were at my service, and he offered them with the frankness of the soldier and the geniality of the prince.

“I cannot offer you a lodging,” he said, “because I have hardly enough room for myself, but I will see that you get a comfortable apartment somewhere.”

The apartment was soon found, and I was taken to it by one of the prince’s aides-de-camp.  I was scarcely established when the prince came to see me, and made me dine with him just as I was.  It was an unceremonious dinner, and I was pleased to meet Campioni, of whom I have spoken several times in these Memoirs.  He was a dancer, but very superior to his fellows, and fit for the best company polite, witty, intelligent, and a libertine in a gentlemanly way.  He was devoid of prejudices, and fond of women, good cheer, and heavy play, and knew how to keep an even mind both in good and evil fortune.  We were mutually pleased to see each other again.