The king had made many efforts to force his son to surrender his rights of primogeniture, and to sign an act renouncing his claim to the succession of the Prussian throne in favor of his next brother. His only answer was, 鈥淒eclare my birth illegitimate, and I will give up the throne.鈥?But the king could never consent to fix such a stain upon the honor of his wife. When they send us our supper you can send them to the doctor. How can a boy earn so much money? he thought. "Oliver must be smart. I thought he'd be a beggar by this time." These considerations probably weighed heavily upon the mind of Frederick; for, after having so peremptorily repulsed the queen鈥檚 messenger, he sent, on the 9th of September, Colonel Goltz with a proposition to Lord Hyndford, which was substantially the same which the queen in her anguish had consented to make. The strictest secrecy was enjoined upon Colonel Goltz. The proposition was read from a paper without signature, and was probably in the king鈥檚 handwriting, for Lord Hyndford was287 not permitted to see the paper. He took a copy from dictation, which was as follows: 开心色综合伊人_ 丁香五月婷婷开心综合 鈥淭he Crown Prince manifests in this tender age an uncommon capacity, nay, we may say, something quite extraordinary. He31 is a most alert and vivacious prince. He has fine and sprightly manners, and shows a certain kindly sociality and so affectionate a disposition that all things may be hoped of him. The French lady who has had charge of him hitherto can not speak of him without enthusiasm. 鈥楬e is a little angel,鈥?she is wont to say. He takes up and learns whatever is placed before him with the greatest facility.鈥? On Saturday, the 25th of October of this year, George II., King of England, died. The poor old gentleman, who had been endowed with but a very ordinary share of intelligence, was seventy-seven years of age. On Monday he had presided at a review of troops in Hyde Park. On Thursday he stood upon the portico of his rural palace in Kensington to see his Guards march by for foreign service. Saturday morning he rose at an early hour, took his cup of chocolate as usual, and, opening his windows, said the morning was so fine he would take a walk in his garden. It was then eight o鈥檆lock. His valet withdrew with the cup and saucer. He had hardly shut the door when he heard a groan and a fall. Hurrying back, he found the king upon the floor. Faintly the death-stricken monarch exclaimed, 鈥淐all Amelia,鈥?and instantly died. 鈥楲arkins? Larkins? What Larkins? Not Mi鈥擬i鈥擬imie鈥檚 brother?鈥?