CASTLE OF JANOWIEC, Friday, _May 1st, 1760._

We came here two days ago, and Prince Martin says he will not let us

soon depart. Everything is more beautiful at Janowiec than at Opole; no

one can be more generous, more hospitable, or more amiable than Prince

Martin. The princess says he scatters gold and silver about as if he

expected it to grow. He is now having a wide avenue cut through the

forest surrounding the castle. I can see from the windows of my room

immense trees falling beneath the axes of hundreds of laborers; at the

end of the avenue, a pavilion is being built, at which they work so

rapidly that one can see it grow from hour to hour. The prince sent to

Warsaw and to various other places for his workmen; he pays them double

wages, and he has made a bet with the palatine that the pavilion will be

entirely finished in four weeks. I am quite sure he will win. The forest

is to be transformed into an enclosed park. The whole neighborhood

abounds in wild beasts; but he has had many elks and bears taken to

people his wonderful park. There must be some mystery lurking behind all

these preparations. I feel, rather than guess it.

I like Janowiec better than any other place; the situation is charming,

and the castle magnificent. It stands upon a mountain overlooking the

Vistula; its architecture belongs to a very ancient period. From the

castle the whole city may be seen, with the granaries of Kazimierz, and

also Pulawy, belonging to the Princess Czartoryski. The apartments are

large, very numerous, and gorgeously furnished; but I believe that my

boudoir is the most delightful room in the castle. It is situated at the

top of a tower, and while I am in it I can fancy myself a real heroine

of romance. It has three windows, all opening in different directions,

and each with a most enchanting view. I generally sit by the window

overlooking the new avenue and the pavilion, which rises as if built by

fairies. The panels of my cabinet are adorned with paintings,

representing Olympus. 'Venus alone was wanting,' said the prince, with

that grace for which he is distinguished, 'but you have come to finish

the picture.'

I feel here an incomprehensible sense of well-being, I am soothed by

such sweet presentiments, I fancy myself on the eve of some very happy

event.

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