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LETTER LII.
June 11.
SAY what you please, I can stay in this place no longer. What
should I do here? I am weary of it. The Prince, it is true,
treats me in all respects as his equal, but still I am not at my
ease here. Besides, we are at bottom very different men. He has a
good understanding, but quite of the common kind; and the
pleasure I have in his conversation, is only such as I receive
from reading a well-written book. I shall stay a week more here,
and then travel about again. What I have done best, since I came
to this place, are some drawings. The Prince has some taste for
the arts, and would have more, if it was not cramped by cold
rules and technical terms. I often lose all patience, when with a
glowing imagination I am giving to art and nature the most {143}
lively expression, and he stops me with learned criticism, upon
which he highly values himself.
