in Italy, had resolved on the ruin of liberty in Switzerland, and came there proud of past exploits and big with future schemes of mischief.  His reception from the conquerer of Italy was such as might have been expected by distinguished loyalty from successful rebellion.  He was told that the Congress of Rastadt was not his place! and this was true; for what can be common between honour and infamy, between virtue and vice?  On his return to Sweden, Count Fersen was rewarded with the dignity of a Grand Officer of State.

Of another faithful and trusty counsellor of His Swedish Majesty, Baron d’Armfeldt, a panegyric would be pronounced in saying that he was the friend of Gustavus III.  From a page to that chevalier of royalty he was advanced to the rank of general; and during the war with Russia, in 1789 and 1790, he fought and bled by the side of his Prince and benefactor.  It was to him that his King said, when wounded mortally, by the hand of a regicide, at a masquerade in March, 1792, “Don’t be alarmed, my friend.  You know as well as myself that all wounds are not dangerous.”  Unfortunately, his were not of that description.

In the will of this great Monarch, Baron d’Armfeldt was nominated one of the guardians of his present Sovereign, and a governor of the capital; but the Duke Regent, who was a weak Prince, guided by philosophical adventurers, by Illuminati and Freemasons, most of whom had imbibed the French revolutionary maxims, sent him, in a kind of honourable exile, as an Ambassador to Italy.  Shortly afterwards, under pretence of having discovered a conspiracy, in which the Baron was implicated, he was outlawed.  He then took refuge in Russia, where he was made a general, and as such distinguished him self under Suwarow during the campaign of 1799.  He was then recalled to his country, and restored to all his former places and dignities, and has never since ceased to merit and obtain the favour, friendship, and approbation of his King.  He is said to be one of the Swedish general officers intended to serve in union with the Russian troops expected in Pomerania.  Wherever he is employed, I am convinced that he will fight, vanquish, or perish like a hero.  Last spring he was offered the place of a lieutenant-general in the Austrian service, which, with regard to salary and emoluments, is greatly superior to what he enjoys in Sweden; he declined it, however, because, with a warrior of his stamp, interest is the last consideration.

LETTER XV.

Paris, September, 1805.

My Lord:—­Believe me, Bonaparte dreads more the liberty of the Press than all other engines, military or political, used by his rivals or foes for his destruction.  He is aware of the fatal consequences all former factions suffered from the public exposure of their past crimes and future views; of the reality of their guilt, and of the fallacy of their boasts and promises.  He