that Day, which is now hast'ning to its Meridian height of Splendour.
'Tis the peculiar Happiness of your Royal Highness's Character, that there is nothing necessary to be concealed in it; and that, tho' there are few Princes, who must not have a Veil thrown over one half of theirs, in order to commend the other, who must not, like Hannibal, be drawn in Profil to cover their blind side, there are no Deformities, or accidental Blemishes that need to be disguis'd in Yours. But if there were, your Royal Highness is so entirely in the Possession of the Esteem of Men, that your very Imperfections would appear not only pardonable, but even amiable; and indeed, as to behold You is sufficient to make You lov'd, so to know You perfectly is the surest Method to make You admir'd.
And to speak the Truth, in what other Lights can we regard a Prince, who at an Age when others seem but to enter upon Life, has so happily emulated his Royal Father, as to have done more generous, more beneficent Actions, than he has liv'd Days; nay, more than would adorn the Annals of the longest Reigns? But I forget, that it is not allowable for me even to give the least hint to others, of those secret Depositories of your extensive Charities in thisWorld,
