Frederick writes that the reports in the Paris gazettes about Voltaire’s ill health and Madame Du Châtelet’s not moving from his bedside made him tremble, adding that Voltaire’s letters to him revealed a man that was sorry of life but that nevertheless still loved him. Frederick then turns to news of the war, writing that it was not his brother that was killed but his cousin Guillaume and adding that a number of good subjects, some of whom were close friends, were also killed. He writes that he will soon encounter new hazards and has seen and spoken a great deal about the Maréchal de Belisle whom he describes as akin to Isaac Newton, at least in matters of war due to his amiability and intelligence with which he honours France. He concludes the letter by wishing for good news from Voltaire, assuring him that no one cares more about him than himself.