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,
