The pacification of Brabant is likely to be volume the second.  The Emperor, and their majesties of Great Britain and Prussia, and his Serene Highness the Republic of Holland have sent a card to his turbulent Lowness of Brabant, and* they allow him but three weeks to submit to his old sovereign:  on promise of a general pardon -or the choice of threescore thousand men ready to march without a pardon.

The third volume, expected, but not yet in the press, is a counterrevolution in France.  Of that I know nothing but rumour; yet it certainly is not the most incredible event that rumour ever foretold.  In this country the stock of the National Assembly is fallen down to bankruptcy.  Their only renegade, aristocrat Earl Stanhope, has, with D. W. Russel, scratched his name out of the Revolution Club; but the fatal blow has been at last given by Mr. Burke.  His pamphlet(708) came out this day se’nnight, and is far superior to what was expected, even by his warmest admirers.  I have read it twice; and though of three hundred and fifty pages, I wish I could repeat every page by heart.  It is sublime, profound, and gay.  The wit and satire are equally brilliant; and the whole is wise, though in some points he goes too far:  yet in general there is far less want of judgment than could be expected from him.  If it could be translated,—­which, from the wit and metaphors and allusions, is almost impossible,—­I should think it would be a classic book in all countries, except in present France.(709) To their tribunes it speaks daggers though, unlike them, it uses none.  Seven thousand copies have been taken off by the booksellers already, and a new edition is preparing.  I hope you will see it soon.  There ends my gazette.

There is nobody here at present but Mrs. Hervey, Mrs. E. Hervey, and Mrs. Cotton:  but what did I find on Saturday?  Why, the Prince of Furstemberg,(710) his son, and son’s governor!  I was ready to turn about and go back:  but they really proved not at all unpleasant.  The ambassador has not the least German stiffness or hauteur; is extremely civil, and so domestic a man, that he talked comfortably of his wife and eight children, and of his fondness for them.  He understands English, though he does not speak it.  The son, a good-humoured lad of fifteen, seems well-informed:  the governor, a middle-aged officer, speaks English so perfectly, that even by his accent I should not have discovered him for a foreigner.  They stayed all night, and went to Oxford next morning before I rose.

November 9th, at night.

This morning, before I left Park-place, I had the relief and joy of receiving your letter of October 24, from Lyons.  It would have been still more welcome, if dated from Turin; but, as you have met with no impediments so far, I trust you got out of France as well as through it.  I do hope, too, that Miss Agnes is better, as you say; but when one is very anxious about a person, credulity does not