the Duke of Ormond that his master did not love foxhunting, but that he promised to go to Newmarket. To which Ormond answered, ‘he saw no great probability of it on a sudden, but wished the Pretender might take such care of his affairs that he might be able to keep his word.’ Besides a promise to go to Newmarket, there was shadowed forth another promise this year, which was, or was not, performed some years later――namely, the adhesion of the young Chevalier to the Church of England. Probably from some follower of the exiled family was derived the information, which was put into London newspaper shape in the following fashion, in the month of July:―― ‘The Chevalier de St. George is at his last shifts, for now his eldest son is to be brought up in the principles of the Church of England. To give a proof of which he was led by a Church at Rome, by his Governor, who did not stop to let him kneel at the singing of the Ave Maria.’ [Sidenote: _PRINCE WILLIAM, DUKE OF CUMBERLAND._] This announcement was made, probably, to keep warm the interest of the Protestant Jacobites in the Stuart family generally, and in the person, particularly, of young Charles Edward, of whose equivocal Church-of-Englandism this is the equally equivocal foreshadowing. In the same month, little Prince William was created Duke of Cumberland. The future victor at Culloden was then five years old. The papers had at an earlier period recorded how he had cut his teeth, and they now noticed his military tendencies; but none could have conjectured how these were to be applied subsequently, at Fontenoy, and on the field near Inverness. A simple act on the part of his father, the Prince of Wales, awoke the Whig muse to sing his praise. During the absence of the king in Hanover, a fire broke out in Spring Gardens. The Prince went down to it, not as an idle spectator in the way of the firemen, but as an active helper. This help was so effectively given as to induce a Whig poet to put the popular feeling in rhyme:―― Thy guardian, blest Britannia, scorns to sleep, When the sad subjects of his father weep. Weak Princes, by their fears, increase distress, _He_ faces danger, and so makes it less. Tyrants, on blazing towers may smile with joy: _He_ knows to _save_ is greater than _destroy_! [Sidenote: _IN KENSINGTON GARDENS._]