The first letters are dated from the Hague, whither he had gone to
visit his solitary mother. "I found the poor woman very much
dejected," he informed his friend. And after mentioning disquieting
rumours of war, he concluded, with evident triumph:--
"I almost forgott to tell you a nother story which be plesed to
acquainted (sic) the Duke of Albemarle with. You have doubtlesse scene
a lame Polish Prince, some time at Whitehall with passe ports a beggin.
This noble soule is tacken and in prisoned at Alikmare; hath bin butt
twice burnt in the bake befor this misfortune befell him. The Duke I
am sure will remember him, and what my jugement was of the fellow.
"I am your most faithful friend for ever,
"Rupert."
Europe was at that time swarming with impostors, who impersonated all
imaginable persons of distinction. Only a few months earlier a "Serene
Prince" had been visiting the Elector, who wrote of him much as Rupert
might have done. "His Highness was graciously pleased to accept from
me three ducats for his journey, besides the defraying. I doubt not
but he and the counterfeit Ormonde and Ossory will come to one and the
same end one day."[13]
In the beginning of May Rupert had reached Cleves, where he found the
little Prince of Orange. Rumours of war met him on all sides; both
Swedes and Turks were arming against the Emperor, and the Dutch
declared loudly {298} that they would defend their herring fisheries
against England, with the sword. "I told some that butter and cheese
would do better," wrote the Prince; little thinking what stout
antagonists he was to find those despised Hollanders at sea. He was
anxious to recommend to Charles' service an engineer, "the ablest man
in his profession that ever I saw... If the fortification of
Portchmouth go on, I wish his advice may be taken, for noen fortifies
so well, and cheap, and fast as he. He has a way of working which noen
has so good. Pray neglect not this man, and tell Sir Robert Murray of
him, with my remembrances; also that I met with camphor wood, which
smells of it, also with a distilled pure raine water which dissolved
gold."
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