At eleven o’clock the next day I was presented to the great Russian Paladin.  He was in his dressing-gown, surrounded by his gentlemen in the national costume.  He was standing up and conversing with his followers in a kindly but grave manner.  As soon as his son Adam mentioned my name, he unbent and gave me a most kindly yet dignified welcome.  His manners were not awful, nor did they inspire one with familiarity, and I thought him likely to be a good judge of character.  When I told him that I had only gone to Russia to amuse myself and see good company, he immediately concluded that my aims in coming to Poland were of the same kind; and he told me that he could introduce me to a large circle.  He added that he should be glad to see me to dinner and supper whenever I had no other engagements.

He went behind a screen to complete his toilette, and soon appeared in the uniform of his regiment, with a fair peruke in the style of the late King Augustus ii.  He made a collective bow to everyone, and went to see his wife, who was recovering from a disease which would have proved fatal if it had not been for the skill of Reimann, a pupil of the great Boerhaave.  The lady came of the now extinct family of Enoff, whose immense wealth she brought to her husband.  When he married her he abandoned the Maltese Order, of which he had been a knight.  He won his bride by a duel with pistols on horseback.  The lady had promised that her hand should be the conqueror’s guerdon, and the prince was so fortunate as to kill his rival.  Of this marriage there issued Prince Adam and a daughter, now a widow, and known under the name of Lubomirska, but formerly under that of Strasnikowa, that being the title of the office her husband held in the royal army.

It was this prince palatine and his brother, the High Chancellor of Lithuania, who first brought about the Polish troubles.  The two brothers were discontented with their position at the Court where Count Bruhl was supreme, and put themselves at the head of the plot for dethroning the king, and for placing on the throne, under Russian protection, their young nephew, who had originally gone to St. Petersburg as an attache at the embassy, and afterwards succeeded in winning the favour of Catherine, then Grand Duchess, but soon to become empress.

This young man was Stanislas Poniatowski, son of Constance Czartoryski and the celebrated Poniatowski, the friend of Charles iii.  As luck would have it, a revolution was unnecessary to place him on the throne, for the king died in 1763, and gave place to Prince Poniatowski, who was chosen king on the 6th of September, 1776, under the title of Stanislas Augustus I. He had reigned two years at the time of my visit; and I found Warsaw in a state of gaiety, for a diet was to be held and everyone wished to know how it was that Catherine had given the Poles a native king.

At dinner-time I went to the paladin’s and found three tables, at each of which there were places for thirty, and this was the usual number entertained by the prince.  The luxury of the Court paled before that of the paladin’s house.  Prince Adam said to me,