rose so the next morning at his usual hour of six; he called for and drank his chocolate.  At seven, for every thing with him was exact and periodic, he went into the closet to dismiss his chocolate.  Coming from thence, his valet de chambre heard a noise; waited a moment, and heard something like a groan.  He ran in, and in a small room between the closet and bedchamber he found the King on the floor, who had cut the right side of his face against the edge of a bureau, and who after a gasp expired.  Lady Yarmouth was called, and sent for Princess Amelia; but they only told the latter that the King was ill and wanted her.  She had been confined for some days with a rheumatism, but hurried down, ran into the room without farther notice, and saw her father extended on the bed.  She is very purblind, and more than a little deaf They had not closed his eyes:  she bent down close to his face, and concluded he spoke to her, though she could not hear him-guess what a shock when she found the truth.  She wrote to the Prince of Wales—­but so had one of the valets de chambre first.  He came to town and saw the Duke(113) and the privy council.  He was extremely kind to the first—­and in general has behaved with the greatest propriety, dignity, and decency.  He read his speech to the council with much grace, and dismissed the guards on himself to wait on his grandfather’s body.  It is intimated, that he means to employ the same ministers, but with reserve to himself of more authority than has lately been in fashion.  The Duke of York and Lord Bute are named of the cabinet council.  The late King’s will is not yet opened.  To-day every body kissed hands at Leicester-house, and this week, I believe, the King will go to St. James’s.  The body has been opened; the great ventricle of the heart had burst.  What an enviable death!  In the greatest period of glory of this country, and of his reign, in perfect tranquillity at home, at seventy-seven, growing blind and deaf, to die without a pang, before any reverse of fortune, or any distasted peace, nay, but two days before a ship load of bad news:  could he have chosen such another moment?  The news is bad indeed!  Berlin taken by capitulation, and yet the Austrians behaved so savagely that even the Russians(114) felt delicacy, were shocked, and checked them!  Nearer home, the hereditary Prince(115) has been much beaten by Monsieur de Castries, and forced to raise the siege of Wesel, whither Prince Ferdinand had Sent him most unadvisedly:  we have scarce an officer unwounded.  The secret expedition will now, I conclude, sail, to give an `eclat to the new reign.  Lord Albemarle does not command it, as I told you, nor Mr. Conway, though both applied.