4i4 Notes of the Month on [ APRIL, 
the French kings; was wrapped in St. Vitus’s cowl, and after having 
provided handsomely for his sons and daughters, he died innocent, as a 
Pope should do, in the midst of the general rejoicings of his afflicted 
people ; who saw in his death the gaiety of a new election, and the 
general intrigues of the holy college of cardinals, every man of whom 
was instantly speculating upon the profit and loss of the next turn. 
The next victim was the General of the Jesuits, who departed this 
life in the glorious anticipation of seeing his suffering brethren of Lan- 
cashire settling matters in their own way at Lambeth, sitting in the 
Cabinet, and cutting up the fat bishoprics of Rochester, Winchester, and 
Chester, cum multis aliis, as will be seen all in good time, or we are 
much mistaken. 
“It is known that when Sontag entered into terms with the Opera 
Managers, she particularly agreed that her forfeit-money should not be 
enforced if she married a sovereign prince! . We think, had such been 
the case, the prince could have well afforded 1,000/. penalty.” 
We think that the person who “ thought” so, could know nothing 
about Germany and its princes. A sovereign prince with us, means 
something better than an Irish squire, the dominator of a thousand 
acres of bog, with a thousand half-naked subjects. But they settle matters 
in another style in the land of Sourcrout. A sovereign prince there 
is sovereign enough if he have a territory of a couple of miles in a ring 
fence, have a house that would make a tolerable kennel to an English 
mansion, and rule, by right divine, over from fifty to five hundred boors, 
Sontag was quite right in her stipulation. The idea of his having to lay 
down a thousand pounds for her, would overwhelm the philosophy, and 
exhaust the finances of many a little monarch on the right bank of the 
lordly Rhine. However, we are not much at a loss to judge of the 
class, while we have the honour and happiness of possessing the light of 
Prince Leopold’s presence among us. There is a model of a prince for 
the admiration of the world! That brilliant, magnificent, and open- 
hearted personage, has already received no less than six hundred 
thousand pounds of English money!! Why does not some honest 
senator stand up in the House, and demand that some reason shall be 
assigned to the nation why this enormous expenditure should be yearly 
persevered in? Why, when our Weavers are marching through the 
streets to beg at the doors of the Treasury, this hero should be suffered 
to stuff his pockets with the money that would feed and clothe- a 
province? But can any body tell where he is; or what he-is doing ; 
or where he hides himself; or where he puts his gains out to interest? 
Has Joseph Hume nothing to ask upon this subject? Is the dashing Sir 
Robert Wilson chopfallen ? Is the democratic Burdett inclined to pass this 
plethoric pair of pockets by, and let the German march off full to Germany? 
We certainly do not expect much from those personages. But we offer 
them a piece of fair game, in pursuit of which they could not go astray. 
By forcing this munificent prince to do his duty, they might, for once, 
gain popularity by honest means; and they would at once save their 
own names, and the money of the nation. 
However, as to Sontag, the affair is yet a mystery. Who is the father 
of her child? There is the rub. One story says that she is married to 
Lord Clanwilliam. Another gives the honour to one of the Pagets. 
We disavow all belief in the report that Rogers the poet and banker is 
