Monday, November 28:
The largest battle in this war is now imminent. This permits no cheerful thoughts: may the Heavens be with our men! R. is not well, for which the cold, wet weather is to blame. I wade to Countess Bassenheim’s house.
In the evening read in Ranke about the Massacre of Saint Bartholomew. We come to realize that since Catherine de’ Medici there have essentially only been factions in France, each fighting against the others. A letter from Hedwig Schröder in Berlin.