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FRIEDRICH TO MYLORD MARISCHAL （at Colombier in Neufchatel）。
〃DRESDEN； 23d November； 1758。
〃There is nothing left for us； MON CHER MYLORD； but to mingle and blend our weeping for the losses we have had。 If my head were a fountain of tears； it would not suffice for the grief I feel。
〃Our Campaign is over； and there has nothing come of it； on one side or the other； but the loss of a great many worthy people； the misery of a great many poor soldiers crippled forever； the ruin of some Provinces； the ravage； pillage and conflagration of some flourishing Towns。 Exploits these which make humanity shudder： sad fruits of the wickedness and ambition of certain People in Power； who sacrifice everything to their unbridled passions！ I wish you； MON CHER MYLORD； nothing that has the least resemblance to mv destiny； and everything that is wanting to it。 Your old friend； till death。〃F。 ＇ OEuvres de Frederic； xx。 273。＇
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