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Carlyle's "History of Friedrich II of Prussia"





Burggraf Friedrich, on his first coming to Brandenburg, found but
a cool reception as Statthalter. [ "Johannistage" italic> (24 June) "1412," he first set foot in Brandenburg, with
due escort, in due state; only Statthalter (Viceregent) as yet:
Pauli, i. 594, ii. 58; Stenzel, Geschichte des
Preussischen Staats (Hamburg, 1830, 1851),
i. 167-169.] He came as the representative of law and rule;
and there had been many helping themselves by a ruleless life, of
late. Industry was at a low ebb, violence was rife; plunder,
disorder everywhere; too much the habit for baronial gentlemen to
"live by the saddle," as they termed it, that is by highway
robbery in modern phrase.

The Towns, harried and plundered to skin and bone, were glad to
see a Statthalter, and did homage to him with all their heart.
But the Baronage or Squirearchy of the country were of another
mind. These, in the late anarchies, had set up for a kind of kings
in their own right: they had their feuds; made war, made peace,
levied tolls, transit-dues; lived much at their own discretion in
these solitary countries;--rushing out from their stone towers
("walls fourteen feet thick"), to seize any herd of "six hundred
swine," any convoy of Lubeck or Hamburg merchant-goods, that had
not contented them in passing. What were pedlers and mechanic
fellows made for, if not to be plundered when needful? Arbitrary
rule, on the part of these Noble Robber-Lords! And then much of
the Crown-Domains had gone to the chief of them,--pawned (and the
pawn-ticket lost, so to speak), or sold for what trifle of ready
money was to be had, in Jobst and Company's time. To these
gentlemen, a Statthalter coming to inquire into matters was no
welcome phenomenon. Your EDLE HERR (Noble Lord) of Putlitz, Noble
Lords of Quitzow, Rochow, Maltitz and others, supreme in their
grassy solitudes this long while, and accustomed to nothing
greater than themselves in Brandenburg, how should they obey
a Statthalter?

Such was more or less the universal humor in the Squirearchy of
Brandenburg; not of good omen to Burggraf Friedrich. But the chief
seat of contumacy seemed to be among the Quitzows, Putlitzes,
above spoken of; big Squires in the district they call the
Priegnitz, in the Country of the sluggish Havel River, northwest
from Berlin a fifty or forty miles. These refused homage, very
many of them; said they were "incorporated with Bohmen;" said this
and that;--much disinclined to homage; and would not do it.
Stiff surly fellows, much deficient in discernment of what is
above them and what is not:--a thick-skinned set; bodies clad in
buff leather; minds also cased in ill habits of long continuance.

Friedrich was very patient with them; hoped to prevail by gentle
methods. He "invited them to dinner;" "had them often at dinner
for a year or more:" but could make no progress in that way.
"Who is this we have got for a Governor?" said the noble lords
privately to each other: "A NURNBERGER TAND (Nurnberg Plaything,--
wooden image, such as they make at Nurnberg)," said they,
grinning, in a thick-skinned way: "If it rained Burggraves all the
year round, none of them would come to luck in this Country;"--and
continued their feuds, toll-levyings, plunderings and other
contumacies. Seeing matters come to this pass after waiting above
a year, Burggraf Friedrich gathered his Frankish men-at-arms;
quietly made league with the neighboring Potentates, Thuringen and
others; got some munitions, some artillery together--especially
one huge gun, the biggest ever seen, "a twenty-four pounder" no
less; to which the peasants, dragging her with difficulty through
the clayey roads, gave the name of FAULE GRETE (Lazy, or Heavy
Peg); a remarkable piece of ordnance. Lazy Peg he had got from the
Landgraf of Thuringen, on loan merely; but he turned her to
excellent account of his own. I have often inquired after Lazy
Peg's fate in subsequent times; but could never learn anything
distinct:--the German Dryasdust is a dull dog, and seldom carries
anything human in those big wallets of his!--

Equipped in this way, Burggraf Friedrich (he was not yet Kurfurst,
only coming to be) marches for the Havel Country (early days of
1414); [Michaelis, i. 287; Stenzel, i. 168 (where, contrary to
wont, is an insignificant error or two). Pauli (ii. 58) is, as
usual, lost in water.] makes his appearance before Quitzow's
strong-house of Friesack, walls fourteen feet thick: "You Dietrich
von Quitzow, are you prepared to live as a peaceable subject
henceforth: to do homage to the Laws and me?"--"Never!" answered
Quitzow, and pulled up his drawbridge. Whereupon Heavy Peg opened
upon him, Heavy Peg and other guns; and, in some eight-and-forty
hours, shook Quitzow's impregnable Friesack about his ears.
This was in the month of February, 1414, day not given: Friesack
was the name of the impregnable Castle (still discoverable in our
time); and it ought to be memorable and venerable to every
Prussian man. Burggraf Friedrich VI., not yet quite become
Kurfurst Friedrich I., but in a year's space to become so, he in
person was the beneficent operator; Heavy Peg, and steady Human
Insight, these were clearly the chief implements.

Quitzow being settled,--for the country is in military occupation
of Friedrich and his allies, and except in some stone castle a man
has no chance,--straightway Putlitz or another mutineer, with his
drawbridge up, was battered to pieces, and his drawbridge brought
slamming down. After this manner, in an incredibly short period,
mutiny was quenched; and it became apparent to Noble Lords, and to
all men, that here at length was a man come who would have the
Laws obeyed again, and could and would keep mutiny down.

Friedrich showed no cruelty; far the contrary. Your mutiny once
ended, and a little repented of, he is ready to be your gracious
Prince again: Fair-play and the social wine-cup, or inexorable war
and Lazy Peg, it is at your discretion which. Brandenburg
submitted; hardly ever rebelled more. Brandenburg, under the wise
Kurfurst it has got, begins in a small degree to be cosmic again,
or of the domain of the gods; ceases to be chaotic and a mere
cockpit of the devils. There is no doubt but this Friedrich also,
like his ancestor Friedrich III., the First Hereditary Burggraf,
was an excellent citizen of his country: a man conspicuously
important in all German business in his time. A man setting up for
no particular magnanimity, ability or heroism, but unconsciously
exhibiting a good deal; which by degrees gained universal
recognition. He did not shine much as Reichs-Generalissimo, under
Kaiser Sigismund, in his expeditions against Zisca; on the
contrary, he presided over huge defeat and rout, once and again,
in that capacity; and indeed had represented in vain that, with
such a species of militia, victory was impossible. He represented
and again represented, to no purpose; whereupon he declined the
office farther; in which others fared no better. [Hormayr,
OEsterreichischer Plutarch vii. 109-158,
? Zisca.]

The offer to be Kaiser was made him in his old days; but he wisely
declined that too. It was in Brandenburg, by what he silently
founded there, that he did his chief benefit to Germany and
mankind. He understood the noble art of governing men; had in him
the justice, clearness, valor and patience needed for that.
A man of sterling probity, for one thing. Which indeed is the
first requisite in said art:--if you will have your laws obeyed
without mutiny, see well that they be pieces of God Almighty's
Law: otherwise all the artillery in the world will not keep
down mutiny.

Friedrich "travelled much over Brandenburg;" looking into
everything with his own eyes;--making, I can well fancy,
innumerable crooked things straight. Reducing more and more that
famishing dog-kennel of a Brandenburg into a fruitful arable
field. His portraits represent a square headed, mild-looking solid
gentleman, with a certain twinkle of mirth in the serious eyes of
him. Except in those Hussite wars for Kaiser Sigismund and the
Reich, in which no man could prosper, he may be defined as
constantly prosperous. To Brandenburg he was, very literally, the
blessing of blessings; redemption out of death into life. In the
ruins of that old Friesack Castle, battered down by Heavy Peg,
Antiquarian Science (if it had any eyes) might look for the
tap-root of the Prussian Nation, and the beginning of all that
Brandenburg has since grown to under the sun.

Friedrich, in one capacity or another, presided over Brandenburg
near thirty years. He came thither first of all in 1412; was not
completely Kurfurst in his own right till 1415; nor publicly
installed, "with 100,000 looking on from the roofs and windows,"
in Constance yonder, till 1417,--age then some forty-five.
His Brandenburg residence, when he happened to have time for
residing or sitting still, was Tangermunde, the Castle built by
Kaiser Karl IV. He died there, 21st September, 1440; laden
tolerably with years, and still better with memories of hard work
done. Rentsch guesses by good inference he was born about 1372.
As I count, he is seventh in descent from that Conrad, Burggraf
Conrad I., Cadet of Hohenzollern, who came down from the Rauhe
Alp, seeking service with Kaiser Redbeard, above two centuries
ago: Conrad's generation and six others had vanished successively
from the world-theatre in that ever-mysterious manner, and left
the stage clear, when Burggraf Friedrich the Sixth came to be
First Elector. Let three centuries, let twelve generations farther
come and pass, and there will be another still more notable
Friedrich,--our little Fritz, destined to be Third King of
Prussia, officially named Friedrich II., and popularly Frederick
the Great. This First Elector is his lineal ancestor, twelve times
removed. [Rentsch, pp. 349-372; Hubner, t. 176.]

Chapter II.


Eleven successive Kurfursts followed Friedrich in Brandenburg.
Of whom and their births, deaths, wars, marriages, negotiations
and continual multitudinous stream of smaller or greater
adventures, much has been written, of a dreary confused nature;
next to nothing of which ought to be repeated here. Some list of
their Names, with what rememberable human feature or event (if
any) still speaks to us in them, we must try to give. Their Names,
well dated, with any actions, incidents, or phases of life, which
may in this way get to adhere to them in the reader's memory, the
reader can insert, each at its right place, in the grand Tide of
European Events, or in such Picture as the reader may have of
that. Thereby with diligence he may produce for himself some faint
twilight notion of the Flight of Time in remote Brandenburg,--
convince himself that remote Brandenburg was present all along,
alive after its sort, and assisting, dumbly or otherwise, in the
great World-Drama as that went on.

We have to say in general, the history of Brandenburg under the
Hohenzollerns has very little in it to excite a vulgar curiosity,
though perhaps a great deal to interest an intelligent one.
Had it found treatment duly intelligent;--which, however, how
could it, lucky beyond its neighbors, hope to do! Commonplace
Dryasdust, and voluminous Stupidity, not worse here than
elsewhere, play their Part.

It is the history of a State, or Social Vitality, growing from
small to great; steadily growing henceforth under guidance:
and the contrast between guidance and no-guidance, or mis-
guidance, in such matters, is again impressively illustrated
there. This we see well to be the fact; and the details of this
would be of moment, were they given us: but they are not;--how
could voluminous Dryasdust give them? Then, on the other hand, the
Phenomenon is, for a long while, on so small a scale, wholly
without importance in European politics and affairs, the
commonplace Historian, writing of it on a large scale, becomes
unreadable and intolerable. Witness grandiloquent Pauli our fatal
friend, with his Eight watery Quartos; which gods and men, unless
driven by necessity, have learned to avoid! [Dr. Carl Friedrich
Pauli, Allgemeine Preussische Staats-Geschichte, often
enough cited here.] The Phenomenon of Brandenburg is small,
remote; and the essential particulars, too delicate for the eye of
Dryasdust, are mostly wanting, drowned deep in details of the
unessential. So that we are well content, my readers and I, to
keep remote from it on this occasion.

On one other point I must give the reader warning. A rock of
offence on which if he heedlessly strike, I reckon he will split;
at least no help of mine can benefit him till he be got off again.
Alas, offences must come; and must stand, like rocks of offence,
to the shipwreck of many! Modern Dryasdust, interpreting the
mysterious ways of Divine Providence in this Universe, or what he
calls writing History, has done uncountable havoc upon the best
interests of mankind. Hapless godless dullard that he is;
driven and driving on courses that lead only downward, for him as
for us! But one could forgive him all things, compared with this
doctrine of devils which he has contrived to get established,
pretty generally, among his unfortunate fellow-creatures for the
time!--I must insert the following quotation, readers guess from
what author:--

"In an impudent Pamphlet, forged by I know not whom, and published
in 1766, under the title of Matinees du Roi de Prusse,
purporting to be 'Morning Conversations' of Frederick
the Great with his Nephew the Heir-Apparent, every line of which
betrays itself as false and spurious to a reader who has made any
direct or effectual study of Frederick or his manners or affairs,
--it is set forth, in the way of exordium to these pretended royal
confessions, that 'notre maison,' our Family
of Hohenzollern, ever since the first origin of it among the
Swabian mountains, or its first descent therefrom into the Castle
and Imperial Wardenship of Nurnberg, some six hundred years ago or
more, has consistently travelled one road, and this a very notable
one. 'We, as I myself the royal Frederick still do, have all along
proceeded,' namely, 'in the way of adroit Machiavelism, as skilful
gamblers in this world's business, ardent gatherers of this
world's goods; and in brief as devout worshippers of Beelzebub,
the grand regulator and rewarder of mortals here below.
Which creed we, the Hohenzollerns, have found, and I still find,
to be the true one; learn it you, my prudent Nephew, and let all
men learn it. By holding steadily to that, and working late and
early in such spirit, we are come to what you now see;--and shall
advance still farther, if it please Beelzebub, who is generally
kind to those that serve him well.' Such is the doctrine of this
impudent Pamphlet; 'original Manuscripts' of which are still
purchased by simple persons,--who have then nobly offered them to
me, thrice over, gratis or nearly so, as a priceless curiosity.
A new printed edition of which, probably the fifth, has appeared
within few years. Simple persons, consider it a curious and
interesting Document; rather ambiguous in origin perhaps, but
probably authentic in substance, and throwing unexpected light on
the character of Frederick whom men call the Great. In which new
light they are willing a meritorious Editor should share.

"Who wrote that Pamphlet I know not, and am in no condition to
guess. A certain snappish vivacity (very unlike the style of
Frederick whom it personates); a wearisome grimacing,
gesticulating malice and smartness, approaching or reaching the
sad dignity of what is called 'wit' in modern times; in general
the rottenness of matter, and the epigrammatic unquiet graciosity
of manner in this thing, and its elaborately INhuman turn both of
expression and of thought, are visible characteristics of it.
Thought, we said,--if thought it can be called: thought all
hamstrung, shrivelled by inveterate rheumatism, on the part of the
poor ill-thriven thinker; nay tied (so to speak, for he is of
epigrammatic turn withal), as by cross ropes, right shoulder to
left foot; and forced to advance, hobbling and jerking along, in
that sad guise: not in the way of walk, but of saltation and
dance; and this towards a false not a true aim, rather no-whither
than some-whither:--Here were features leading one to think of an
illustrious Prince de Ligne as perhaps concerned in the affair.
The Bibliographical Dictionaries, producing no evidence, name
quite another person, or series of persons, [A certain "N. de
Bonneville" (afterwards a Revolutionary spiritual-mountebank, for
some time) is now the favorite Name;--proves, on investigation, to
be an impossible one. Barbier (Dictionnaire des
Anonymes), in a helpless doubting manner, gives still
others.] highly unmemorable otherwise. Whereupon you proceed to
said other person's acknowledged WORKS (as they are called);
and find there a style bearing no resemblance whatever; and are
left in a dubious state, if it were of any moment. In the absence
of proof, I am unwilling to charge his Highness de Ligne with such
an action; and indeed am little careful to be acquainted with the
individual who did it, who could and would do it. A Prince of
Coxcombs I can discern him to have been; capable of shining in the
eyes of insincere foolish persons, and of doing detriment to them,
not benefit; a man without reverence for truth or human
excellence; not knowing in fact what is true from what is false,
what is excellent from what is sham-excellent and at the top of
the mode; an apparently polite and knowing man, but intrinsically
an impudent, dark and merely modish-insolent man;--who, if he fell
in with Rhadamanthus on his travels, would not escape a horse-
whipping, Him we will willingly leave to that beneficial chance,
which indeed seems a certain one sooner or later; and address
ourselves to consider the theory itself, and the facts it pretends
to be grounded on.

"As to the theory, I must needs say, nothing can be falser, more
heretical or more damnable. My own poor opinion, and deep
conviction on that subject is well known, this long while. And, in
fact, the summary of all I have believed, and have been trying as
I could to teach mankind to believe again, is even that same
opinion and conviction, applied to all provinces of things.
Alas, in this his sad theory about the world, our poor impudent
Pamphleteer is by no means singular at present; nay rather he has
in a manner the whole practical part of mankind on his side just
now; the more is the pity for us all!--

"It is very certain, if Beelzebub made this world, our
Pamphleteer, and the huge portion of mankind that follow him, are
right. But if God made the world; and only leads Beelzebub, as
some ugly muzzled bear is led, a longer or shorter temporary DANCE
in this divine world, and always draws him home again, and peels
the unjust gains off him, and ducks him in a certain hot Lake,
with sure intent to lodge him there to all eternity at last,--then
our Pamphleteer, and the huge portion of mankind that follow him,
are wrong.

"More I will not say; being indeed quite tired of SPEAKING on that
subject. Not a subject which it concerns me to speak of; much as
it concerns me, and all men, to know the truth of it, and silently
in every hour and moment to do said truth. As indeed the sacred
voice of their own soul, if they listen, will conclusively
admonish all men; and truly if IT do not, there will be little use
in my logic to them. For my own share, I want no trade with men
who need to be convinced of that fact. If I am in their premises,
and discover such a thing of them, I will quit their premises;
if they are in mine, I will, as old Samuel advised, count my
spoons. Ingenious gentlemen who believe that Beelzebub made this
world, are not a class of gentlemen I can get profit from.
Let them keep at a distance, lest mischief fall out between us.
They are of the set deserving to be called--and this not in the
way of profane swearing, but of solemn wrath and pity, I say of
virtuous anger and inexorable reprobation--the damned set. For, in
very deed, they are doomed and damned, by Nature's oldest Act of
Parliament, they, and whatsoever thing they do or say or think;
unless they can escape from that devil-element. Which I still hope
they may!--

"But with regard to the facts themselves, 'DE NOTRE MAISON,'
I take leave to say, they too are without basis of truth. They are
not so false as the theory, because nothing can in falsity quite
equal that. 'NOTRE MAISON,' this Pamphleteer may learn, if he
please to make study and inquiry before speaking, did not rise by
worship of Beelzebub at all in this world; but by a quite opposite
line of conduct. It rose, in fact, by the course which all, except
fools, stockjobber stags, cheating gamblers, forging Pamphleteers
and other temporary creatures of the damned sort, have found from
of old to be the one way of permanently rising: by steady service,
namely, of the Opposite of Beelzebub. By conforming to the Laws of
this Universe; instead of trying by pettifogging to evade and
profitably contradict them. The Hohenzollerns too have a History
still articulate to the human mind, if you search sufficiently;
and this is what, even with some emphasis, it will teach us
concerning their adventures, and achievements of success in the
field of life. Resist the Devil, good reader, and he will flee
from you!"--So ends our indignant friend.

How the Hohenzollerns got their big Territories, and came to what
they are in the world, will be seen. Probably they were not, any
of them, paragons of virtue. They did not walk in altogether
speckless Sunday pumps, or much clear-starched into consciousness
of the moral sublime; but in rugged practical boots, and by such
roads as there were. Concerning their moralities, and conformities
to the Laws of the Road and of the Universe, there will much
remain to be argued by pamphleteers and others. Men will have
their opinion, Men of more wisdom and of less; Apes by the
Dead-Sea also will have theirs. But what man that believed in such
a Universe as that of this Dead-Sea Pamphleteer could consent to
live in it at all? Who that believed in such a Universe, and did
not design to live like a Papin's-Digester, or PORCUS EPICURI, in
an extremely ugly manner in it, could avoid one of two things:
Going rapidly into Bedlam, or else blowing his brains out?
"It will not do for me at any rate, this infinite Dog-house;
not for me, ye Dryasdusts, and omnipotent Dog-monsters and
Mud-gods, whoever you are. One honorable thing I can do:
take leave of you and your Dog-establishment. Enough!"--

Chapter III.


The First Friedrich's successor was a younger son, Friedrich II.;
who lasted till 1471, above thirty years; and proved likewise a
notable manager and governor. Very capable to assert himself, and
his just rights, in this world. He was but Twenty-seven at his
accession; but the Berlin Burghers, attempting to take some
liberties with him, found he was old enough. He got the name
IRONTEETH. Friedrich FERRATIS DENTIBUS, from his decisive ways
then and afterwards. He had his share of brabbling with intricate
litigant neighbors; quarrels now and then not to be settled
without strokes. His worst war was with Pommern,--just claims
disputed there, and much confused bickering, sieging and harassing
in consequence: of which quarrel we must speak anon. It was he who
first built the conspicuous Schloss or Palace at Berlin, having
got the ground for it (same ground still covered by the actual
fine Edifice, which is a second edition of Friedrich's) from the
repentant Burghers; and took up his chief residence there.
[1442-1431 (Nicolari, i. 81).]

But his principal achievement in Brandenburg History is his
recovery of the Province called the Neumark to that Electorate.
In the thriftless Sigismund times, the Neumark had been pledged,
had been sold; Teutsch Ritterdom, to whose dominions it lay
contiguous, had purchased it with money down. The Teutsch Ritters
were fallen moneyless enough since then; they offered to pledge
the Neumark to Friedrich, who accepted, and advanced the sum:
after a while the Teutsch Ritters, for a small farther sum, agreed
to sell Neumark. [Michaelis, i. 301.] Into which Transaction, with
its dates and circumstances, let us cast one glance, for our
behoof afterwards. The Teutsch Ritters were an opulent domineering
Body in Sigismund's early time; but they are now come well down in
Friedrich II.'s! And are coming ever lower. Sinking steadily, or
with desperate attempts to rise, which only increase the speed
downwards, ever since that fatal Tannenberg Business, 15th July,
1410. Here is the sad progress of their descent to the bottom;
divided into three stages or periods:--

"PERIOD FIRST is of Thirty years: 1410-1440. A peace with Poland
soon followed that Defeat of Tannenberg; humiliating peace, with
mulct in money, and slightly in territory, attached to it.
Which again was soon followed by war, and ever again; each new
peace more humiliating than its foregoer. Teutsch Order is
steadily sinking,--into debt, among other things; driven to severe
finance-measures (ultimately even to 'debase its coin'), which
produce irritation enough. Poland is gradually edging itself into
the territories and the interior troubles of Preussen; prefatory
to greater operations that lie ahead there.

"SECOND PERIOD, of Fourteen years. So it had gone on, from bad to
worse, till 1440; when the general population, through its Heads,
the Landed Gentry and the Towns, wearied out with fiscal and other
oppressions from its domineering Ritterdom brought now to such a
pinch, began everywhere to stir themselves into vocal complaint.
Complaint emphatic enough: 'Where will you find a man that has not
suffered injury in his rights, perhaps in his person? Our friends
they have invited as guests, and under show of hospitality have
murdered them. Men, for the sake of their beautiful wives, have
been thrown into the river like dogs,'--and enough of the like
sort. [Voigt, vii. 747; quoting evidently, not an express
manifesto, but one manufactured by the old Chroniclers.] No want
of complaint, nor of complainants: Town of Thorn, Town of Dantzig,
Kulm, all manner of Towns and Baronages, proceeded now to form a
BUND, or general Covenant for complaining; to repugn, in hotter
and hotter form, against a domineering Ritterdom with back so
broken; in fine, to colleague with Poland,--what was most ominous
of all. Baronage, Burgherage, they were German mostly by blood,
and by culture were wholly German; but preferred Poland to a
Teutsch Ritterdom of that nature. Nothing but brabblings,
scufflings, objurgations; a great outbreak ripening itself.
Teutsch Ritterdom has to hire soldiers; no money to pay them.
It was in these sad years that the Teutsch Ritterdom, fallen
moneyless, offered to pledge the Neumark to our Kurfurst; 1444,
that operation was consummated. [Pauli, ii. 187,--does not name
the sum.] All this goes on, in hotter and hotter form, for ten
years longer.

"PERIOD THIRD begins, early in 1454, with an important special
catastrophe; and ends, in the Thirteenth year after, with a still
more important universal one of the same nature. Prussian BUND, or
Anti-Oppression Covenant of the Towns and Landed Gentry, rising in
temperature for fourteen years at this rate, reached at last the
igniting point, and burst into fire. February 4th, 1454, the Town
of Thorn, darling first-child of Teutsch Ritterdom,--child 223
years old at this time, ["Founded 1231, as a wooden Burg, just
across the river, on the Heathen side, mainly round the stem of an
immense old Oak that grew handy there,--Seven Barges always on the
river (Weichsel), to fly to our own side if quite overwhelmed"
Oak and Seven Barges is still the Town's-
Arms of Thorn. See Kohler, Munzbelustigungen, italic> xxii. 107; quoting Dusburg (a Priest of the Order) and his
old Chronica Terrae Prusciae, written in
1326.] and grown very big, and now very angry,--suddenly took its
old parent by the throat, so to speak, and hurled him out to the
dogs; to the extraneous Polacks first of all. Town of Thorn,
namely, sent that day its 'Letter of Renunciation' to the
Hochmeister over at Marienburg; seized in a day or two more the
Hochmeister's Official Envoys, Dignitaries of the Order; led them
through the streets, amid universal storm of execrations, hootings
and unclean projectiles, straight, to jail; and besieged the
Hochmeister's Burg (BASTILLE of Thorn, with a few Ritters in it),
all the artillery and all the throats and hearts of the place
raging deliriously upon it. So that the poor Bitters, who had no
chance in resisting, were in few days obliged to surrender; [8th
February, 1454, says Voigt (viii. 361); 16th, says Kohler
(Munzbelustigungen, xxii. 110).] had to come out in
bare jerkin; and Thorn ignominiously dismissed them into space
forevermore,--with actual 'kicks,' I have read in some Books,
though others veil that sad feature. Thorn threw out its old
parent in this manner; swore fealty to the King of Poland;
and invited other Towns and Knightages to follow the example.
To which all were willing, wherever able.

"War hereupon, which blazed up over Preussen at large,--Prussian
Covenant and King of Poland VERSUS Teutsch Ritterdom,--and lasted
into the thirteenth year, before it could go out again; out by
lack of fuel mainly. One of the fellest wars on record, especially
for burning and ruining; above '300,000 fighting-men' are
calculated to have perished in it; and of towns, villages,
farmsteads, a cipher which makes the fancy, as it were, black and
ashy altogether. Ritterdom showed no lack of fighting energy;
but that could not save it, in the pass things were got to.
Enormous lack of wisdom, of reality and human veracity, there had
long been; and the hour was now come. Finance went out, to the
last coin. Large mercenary armies all along; and in the end not
the color of money to pay them with; mercenaries became desperate;
'besieged the Hochmeister and his Ritters in Marienburg;'--finally
sold the Country they held; formally made it over to the King of
Poland, to get their pay out of it. Hochmeister had to see such
things, and say little. Peace, or extinction for want of fuel,
came in the year 1466. Poland got to itself the whole of that fine
German Country, henceforth called 'WEST Preussen' to distinguish
it, which goes from the left bank of the Weichsel to the borders
of Brandenburg and Neumark;--would have got Neumark too, had not
Kurfurst Friedrich been there to save it. The Teutsch Order had to
go across the Weichsel, ignominiously driven; to content itself
with 'EAST Preussen,' the Konigsberg-Memel country, and even to do
homage to Poland for that. Which latter was the bitterest clause
of all: but it could not be helped, more than the others. In this
manner did its revolted children fling out Teutsch Ritterdom
ignominiously to the dogs, to the Polacks, first of all,--Thorn,
the eldest child, leading off or setting the example."

And so the Teutsch Ritters are sunk beyond retrieval; and West
Preussen, called subsequently "Royal Preussen," NOT having homage
to pay as the "Ducal" or East Preussen had, is German no longer,
but Polish, Sclavic; not prospering by the change. [What Thorn had
sunk to, out of its palmy state, see in Nanke's
Wanderungen durch Preussen (Hamburg & Altona, 1800),
ii. 177-200:--a pleasant little Rook, treating mainly of Natural
History; but drawing you, by its innocent simplicity and
geniality, to read with thanks whatever is in it.] And all that
fine German country, reduced to rebel against its unwise parent,
was cut away by the Polish sword, and remained with Poland, which
did not prove very wise either; till--till, in the Year 1773, it
was cut back by the German sword! All readers have heard of the
Partition of Poland: but of the Partition of Preussen, 307 years
before, all have not heard.

It was in the second year of that final tribulation, marked above
as Period Third, that the Teutsch Ritters, famishing for money,
completed the Neumark transaction with Kurfurst Friedrich;
Neumark, already pawned to him ten years before, they in 1455, for
a small farther sum, agreed to sell; and he, long carefully
steering towards such an issue, and dexterously keeping out of the
main broil, failed not to buy. Friedrich could thenceforth, on his
own score, protect the Neumark; keep up an invisible but
impenetrable wall between it and the neighboring anarchic
conflagrations of thirteen years; and the Neumark has ever since
remained with Brandenburg, its original owner.

As to Friedrich's Pomeranian quarrel, this is the figure of it.
Here is a scene from Rentsch, which falls out in Friedrich's time;
and which brought much battling and broiling to him and his.
Symbolical withal of much that befell in Brandenburg, from first
to last. Under the Hohenzollerns as before, Brandenburg grew by
aggregation, by assimilation; and we see here how difficult the
process often was.

Pommern (POMERANIA), long Wendish, but peaceably so since the time
of Albert the Bear, and growing ever more German, had, in good
part, according to Friedrich's notion, if there were force in
human Treaties and Imperial Laws, fallen fairly to Brandenburg,--
that is to say, the half of it, Stettin-Pommern had fairly
fallen,--in the year 1464, when Duke Otto of Stettin, the last
Wendish Duke, died without heirs. In that case by many bargains,
some with bloody crowns, it had been settled, If the Wendish Dukes
died out, the country was to fall to Brandenburg;--and here they
were dead. "At Duke Otto's burial, accordingly, in the High Church
of Stettin, when the coffin was lowered into its place, the
Stettin Burgermeister, Albrecht Glinde, took sword and helmet, and
threw the same into the grave, in token that the Line was extinct.
But Franz von Eichsted," apparently another Burgher instructed for
the nonce, "jumped into the grave, and picked them out again;
alleging, No, the Dukes of WOLGAST-Pommern were of kin; these
tokens we must send to his Grace at Wolgast, with offer of our
homage, said Franz von Eichsted." [Rentsch, p. 110 (whose printer
has put his date awry); Stenzel (i. 233) calls the man "LORENZ
Eikstetten, a resolute Gentleman."]--And sent they were, and
accepted by his Grace. And perhaps half-a-score of bargains, with
bloody crowns to some of them; and yet other chances, and
centuries, with the extinction of new Lines,--had to supervene,
before even Stettin-Pommern, and that in no complete state, could
be got. [1648, by Treaty of Westphalia.] As to Pommern at large,
Pommern not denied to be due, after such extinction and
re-extinction of native Ducal Lines, did not fall home for
centuries more; and what struggles and inextricable armed-
litigations there were for it, readers of Brandenburg-History too
wearisomely know. The process of assimilation not the least of an
easy one!--

This Friedrich was second son: his Father's outlook for him had,
at first, been towards a Polish Princess and the crown of Poland,
which was not then so elective as afterwards: and with such view
his early breeding had been chiefly in Poland; Johann, the eldest
son and heir-apparent, helping his Father at home in the mean
while. But these Polish outlooks went to nothing, the young
Princess having died; so that Friedrich came home; possessed
merely of the Polish language, and of what talents the gods had
given him, which were considerable. And now, in the mean while,
Johann, who at one time promised well in practical life, had taken
to Alchemy; and was busy with crucibles and speculations, to a
degree that seemed questionable. Father Friedrich, therefore, had
to interfere, and deal with this "Johann the Alchemist" (JOHANNES
ALCHEMISTA, so the Books still name him); who loyally renounced
the Electorship, at his Father's bidding, in favor of Friedrich;
accepted Baireuth (better half of the Culmbach Territory) for
apanage; and there peacefully distilled and sublimated at
discretion; the government there being an easier task, and fitter
for a soft speculative Herr. A third Brother, Albert by name, got
Anspach, on the Father's decease; very capable to do any fighting
there might be occasion for, in Culmbach.

As to the Burggrafship, it was now done, all but the Title.
The First Friedrich, once he was got to be Elector, wisely parted
with it. The First Friedrich found his Electorship had dreadfully
real duties for him, and that this of the Burggrafship had fallen
mostly obsolete; so he sold it to the Nurnbergers for a round sum:
only the Principalities and Territories are retained in that
quarter. About which too, and their feudal duties, boundaries and
tolls, with a jealous litigious Nurnberg for neighbor, there at
length came quarrelling enough. But Albert the third Brother, over
at Anspach, took charge of all that; and nothing of it fell in
Johann's way.

The good Alchemist died,--performed his last sublimation, poor
man,--six or seven years before his Brother Friedrich; age then
sixty-three. [14th November, 1464.] Friedrich, with his Iron Teeth
and faculties, only held out till fifty-eight,--10th February,
1471. The manner of his end was peculiar. In that War with
Pommern, he sat besieging a Pomeranian town, Uckermunde the name
of it: when at dinner one day, a cannon-ball plunged down upon the
table, [Michaelis, i. 303.] with such a crash as we can fancy;--
which greatly confused the nerves of Friedrich; much injured his
hearing, and even his memory thenceforth. In a few months
afterwards he resigned, in favor of his Successor; retired to
Plassenburg, and there died in about a year more.

Chapter IV.


Neither Friedrich nor Johann left other than daughters: so that
the united Heritage, Brandenburg and Culmbach both, came now to
the third Brother, Albert; who has been in Culmbath these many
years already. A tall, fiery, tough old gentleman, of formidable
talent for fighting, who was called the "ACHILLES OF GERMANY" in
his day; being then a very blazing far-seen character, dim as he
has now grown. [Born 1414; Kurfurst, 1471-1486.] This Albert
Achilles was the Third Elector; Ancestor he of all the Brandenburg
and Culmbach Hohenzollern Princes that have since figured in the
world. After him there is no break or shift in the succession,
down to the little Friedrich now born;--Friedrich the old
Grandfather, First KING, was the Twelfth KURFURST.

We have to say, they followed generally in their Ancestors' steps,
and had success of the like kind, more or less; Hohenzollerns all
of them, by character and behavior as well as by descent. No lack
of quiet energy, of thrift, sound sense. There was likewise solid
fair-play in general, no founding of yourself on ground that will
not carry;--and there was instant, gentle but inexorable, crushing
of mutiny, if it showed itself; which, after the Second Elector,
or at most the Third, it had altogether ceased to do. Young
Friedrich II., upon whom those Berlin Burghers had tried to close
their gates, till he should sign some "Capitulation" to their
mind, got from them, and not quite in ill-humor, that name
IRONTEETH:--"Not the least a Nose-of-wax, this one! No use trying
here, then!"--which, with the humor attached to it, is itself
symbolical of Friedrich and these Hohenzollern Sovereigns. Albert,
his Brother, had plenty of fighting in his time: but it was in the
Nurnberg and other distant regions; no fighting, or hardly any,
needed in Brandenburg henceforth.

With Nurnberg, and the Ex-Burggrafship there, now when a new
generation began to tug at the loose clauses of that Bargain with
Friedrich I., and all Free-Towns were going high upon their
privileges, Albert had at one time much trouble, and at length
actual furious War;--other Free-Towns countenancing and assisting
Nurnberg in the affair; numerous petty Princes, feudal Lords of
the vicinity, doing the like by Albert. Twenty years ago, all
this; and it did not last, so furious was it. "Eight victories,"
they count on Albert's part,--furious successful skirmishes, call
them;--in one of which, I remember, Albert plunged in alone, his
Ritters being rather shy; and laid about him hugely, hanging by a
standard he had taken, till his life was nearly beaten out. [1449
(Rentsch, p. 399).] Eight victories; and also one defeat, wherein
Albert got captured, and had to ransom himself. The captor was one
Kunz of Kauffungen, the Nurnberg hired General at the time: a man
known to some readers for his Stealing of the Saxon Princes
(PRINZENRAUB, they call it); a feat which cost Kunz his head.
[Carlyle's Miscellanies (London, 1869), vi.
? PRINZENRAUB.] Albert, however, prevailed in the end, as he was
apt to do; and got his Nurnbergers fixed to clauses satisfactory
to him.

In his early days he had fought against Poles, Bohemians and
others, as Imperial general. He was much concerned, all along, in
those abstruse armed-litigations of the Austrian House with its
dependencies; and diligently helped the Kaiser,--Friedrich III.,
rather a weakish, but an eager and greedy Kaiser,--through most of
them. That inextricable Hungarian-Bohemian-Polish DONNYBROOK (so
we may call it) which Austria had on hand, one of Sigismund's
bequests to Austria; distressingly tumultuous Donnybrook, which
goes from 1440 to 1471, fighting in a fierce confused manner;--
the Anti-Turk Hunniades, the Anti-Austrian Corvinus, the royal
Majesties George Podiebrad, Ladislaus POSTHUMUS, Ludwig OHNE HAUT
(Ludwig NO-SKIN), and other Ludwigs, Ladislauses and Vladislauses,
striking and getting struck at such a rate:--Albert was generally
what we may call chief-constable in all that; giving a knock here
and then one there, in the Kaiser's name. [Hormayr, ii. 138, 140
(? HUNYADY CORVIN); Rentsch, pp. 389-422; Michaelis, i. 304-313.]
Almost from boyhood, he had learned soldiering, which he had never
afterwards leisure to forget. Great store of fighting he had,--say
half a century of it, off and on, during the seventy and odd years
he lasted in this world. With the Donnybrook we spoke of; with the
Nurnbergers; with the Dukes of Bavaria (endless bickerings with
these Dukes, Ludwig BEARDY, Ludwig SUPERBUS, Ludwig GIBBOSUS or
Hunchback, against them and about them, on his own and the
Kaiser's score); also with the French, already clutching at
Lorraine; also with Charles the Rash of Burgundy;--lastly with the
Bishop of Bamberg, who got him excommunicated and would not bury
the dead.

Kurfurst Albert's Letter on this last emergency, to his Viceregent
in Culmbach, is a famed Piece still extant (date 1481); [Rentsch,
p. 409.] and his plan in such emergency, is a simple and likely
one: "Carry the dead bodies to the Parson's house; let him see
whether he will not bury them by and by!--One must fence off the
Devil by the Holy Cross," says Albert,--appeal to Heaven with what
honest mother-wit Heaven has vouchsafed one, means Albert. "These
fellows" (the Priests), continues he, "would fain have the
temporal sword as well as the spiritual. Had God wished there
should be only one sword, he could have contrived that as well as
the two. He surely did not want for intellect (Er war gar
ein weiser Mann)," --want of intellect it clearly was
not!--In short, they had to bury the dead, and do reason; and
Albert hustled himself well clear of this broil, as he had done
of many.

Battle enough, poor man, with steel and other weapons:--and we see
he did it with sharp insight, good forecast; now and then in a
wildly leonine or AQUILINE manner. A tall hook-nosed man, of lean,
sharp, rather taciturn aspect; nose and look are very aquiline;
and there is a cloudy sorrow in those old eyes, which seems
capable of sudden effulgence to a dangerous extent. He was a
considerable, diplomatist too: very great with the Kaiser, Old
Friedrich III. (Max's father, Charles V.'s Great-Grandfather);
[How admirahle Albert is, not to say "almost divine," to the
Kaiser's then Secretary, oily-mouthed AEneas Sylvius, afterwards
Pope, Rentsch can testify (pp. 401, 586); quoting AEneas's
eulogies and gossipries ( Historia Rerum Frederici
Imperatoris, I conclude, though no book is named).
Oily diligent AEneas, in his own young years and in Albert's
prime, had of course seen much of this "miracle" of Arms and Art,
--"miracle" and "almost divine," so to speak.] and managed many
things for him. Managed to get the thrice-lovely Heiress of the
Netherlands and Burgundy, Daughter of that Charles the Rash, with
her Seventeen Provinces, for Max, [1477]--who was thought
thereupon by everybody to be the luckiest man alive; though the
issue contradicted it before long.

Kurfurst Albert died in 1486, March 11, aged seventy-two. It was
some months after Bosworth Fight, where our Crooked Richard got
his quietus here in England and brought the Wars of the Roses to
their finale:--a little chubby Boy, the son of poor parents at
Eisleben in Saxony, Martin Luther the name of him, was looking
into this abtruse Universe, with those strange eyes of his, in
what rough woollen or linsey-woolsey short-clothes we do not know.
[Born 10th November, 1483]

Albert's funeral was very grand; the Kaiser himself, and all the
Magnates of the Diet and Reich attending him from Frankfurt to his
last resting-place, many miles of road. For he died at the Diet,
in Frankfurt-on-Mayn; having fallen ill there while busy,--perhaps
too busy for that age, in the harsh spring weather,--electing
Prince Maximilian ("lucky Max," who will be Kaiser too before
long, and is already deep in ILL-luck, tragical and other to be
King of the Romans. The old Kaiser had "looked in on him at
Onolzbach" (Anspach), and brought him along; such a man could not
be wanting on such an occasion. A man who "perhaps did more for
the German Empire than for the Electorate of Brandenburg,"
hint some. The Kaiser himself, Friedrich III., was now getting
old; anxious to see Max secure, and to set his house in order.
A somewhat anxious, creaky, close-fisted, ineffectual old Kaiser;
[See Kohler ( Munzbelustigungen, vi. 393-401;
ii. 89-96, &c.) for a vivid account of him.] distinguished by his
luck in getting Max so provided for, and bringing the Seventeen
Provinces of the Netherlands to his House. He is the first of the
Hapsburg Kaisers who had what has since been called the "Austrian
lip"--protrusive under-jaw, with heavy lip disinclined to shut.
He got it from his Mother, and bequeathed it in a marked manner;
his posterity to this day bearing traces of it. Mother's name was
Cimburgis, a Polish Princess, "Duke of Masovia's daughter;"
a lady who had something of the MAULTASCHE in her, in character
as well as mouth.--In old Albert, the poor old Kaiser has lost
his right hand; and no doubt muses sadly as he rides in the
funeral procession.

Albert is buried at Heilsbronn in Frankenland, among his
Ancestors,--burial in Brandenburg not yet common for these new
Kurfursts:--his skull, in an after-time, used to be shown there,
laid on the lid of the tomb; skull marvellous for strength, and
for "having no visible sutures," says Rentsch. Pious Brandenburg
Officiality at length put an end to that profanation, and restored
the skull to its place,--marvellous enough, with what had once
dwelt in it, whether it had sutures or not.


Albert's eldest Son, the Fourth Kurfurst, was Johannes Cicero
(1486-1499): Johannes was his natural name, to which the epithet
"Cicero of Germany (CICERO GERMANIAE)" was added by an admiring
public. He had commonly administered the Electorate during his
Father's absences; and done it with credit to himself. He was an
active man, nowise deficient as a Governor; creditably severe on
highway robbers, for one thing,--destroys you "fifteen baronial
robber-towers" at a stroke; was also concerned in the Hungarian-
Bohemian DONNYBROOK, and did that also well. But nothing struck a
discerning public like the talent he had for speaking. Spoke "four
hours at a stretch in Kaiser Max's Diets, in elegantly flowing
Latin;" with a fair share of meaning, too;--and had bursts of
parliamentary eloquence in him that were astonishing to hear.
A tall, square-headed man, of erect, cheerfully composed aspect,
head flung rather back if anything: his bursts of parliamentary
eloquence, once glorious as the day, procured him the name
"Johannes CICERO;" and that is what remains of them: for they are
sunk now, irretrievable he and they, into the belly of eternal
Night; the final resting-place, I do perceive, of much Ciceronian
ware in this world. Apparently he had, like some of his
Descendants, what would now be called "distinguished literary
talents,"--insignificant to mankind and us. I find he was likewise
called DER GROSSE, "John the GREAT;" but on investigation it
proves to be mere "John the BIG," a name coming from his tall
stature and ultimate fatness of body.

For the rest, he left his family well off, connected with high
Potentates all around; and had increased his store, to a fair
degree, in his time. Besides his eldest Son who followed as
Elector, by name Joachim I., a burly gentleman of whom much is
written in Books, he left a second Son, Archbishop of Magdeburg,
who in time became Archbishop of Mainz and Cardinal of Holy
Church, [Ulrich van Hutten's grand "Panegyric" upon this Albert on
his first Entrance into Mainz (9th October, 1514),--"entrance with
a retinue of 2,000 horse, mainly furnished by the Brandenburg and
Culmbach kindred," say the old Books,--is in Ulrichi ab
Hutten Equitis Germani Opera (Munch's edition;
Berlin, 1821), i. 276-310.]--and by accident got to be forever
memorable in Church-History, as we shall see anon. Archbishop of
Mainz means withal KUR-MAINZ, Elector of Mainz; who is Chief of
the Seven Electors, and as it were their President or "Speaker."
Albert was the name of this one; his elder Brother, the then
Kur-Brandenburg, was called Joachim. Cardinal Albert Kur-Mainz,
like his brother Joachim Kur-Brandenburg, figures much, and blazes
widely abroad, in the busy reign of Karl V., and the inextricable
Lutheran-Papal, Turk-Christian business it had.

But the notable point in this Albert of Mainz was that of Leo X.
and the Indulgences. [Pauli, v. 496-499; Rentsch, p. 869.] Pope
Leo had permitted Albert to retain his Archbishopric of Magdeburg
and other dignities along with that of Mainz; which was an unusual
favor. But the Pope expected to be paid for it,--to have 30,000
ducats (15,000 pounds), almost a King's ransom at that time, for
the "Pallium" to Mainz; PALLIUM, or little Bit of woollen Cloth,
on sale by the Pope, without which Mainz could not he held.
Albert, with all his dignities, was dreadfully short of money at
the time. Chapter of Mainz could or would do little or nothing,
having been drained lately; Magdeburg, Halberstadt, the like.
Albert tried various shifts; tried a little stroke of trade in
relics,--gathered in the Mainz district "some hundreds of
fractional sacred bones, and three whole bodies," which he sent to
Halle for pious purchase;--but nothing came of this branch.
The 15,000 pounds remained unpaid; and Pope Leo, building
St. Peter's, "furnishing a sister's toilet," and doing worse
things, was in extreme need of it. What is to be done? "I could
borrow the money from the Fuggers of Augsburg," said the
Archbishop hesitatingly; "but then--?"--"I could help you to repay
it." said his Holiness: "Could repay the half of it,--if only we
had (but they always make such clamor about these things) an
Indulgence published in Germany!"--"Well; it must be!" answered
Albert at last, agreeing to take the clamor on himself, and to do
the feat; being at his wits'-end for money. He draws out his Full-
Power, which, as first Spiritual Kurfurst, he has the privilege to
do; nominates (1516) one Tetzel for Chief Salesman, a Priest whose
hardness of face, and shiftiness of head and hand, were known to
him; and--here is one Hohenzollern that has a place in History!
Poor man, it was by accident, and from extreme tightness for
money. He was by no means a violent Churchman; he had himself
inclinations towards Luther, even of a practical sort, as the
thing went on. But there was no help for it.

Cardinal Albert, Kur-Mainz, shows himself a copious dexterous
public speaker at the Diets and elsewhere in those times; a man
intent on avoiding violent methods;--uncomfortably fat in his
later years, to judge by the Portraits. Kur-Brandenburg, Kur-Mainz
(the younger now officially even greater than the elder), these
names are perpetually turning up in the German Histories of that
Reformation-Period; absent on no great occasion; and they at
length, from amid the meaningless bead-roll of Names, wearisomely
met with in such Books, emerge into Persons for us as above.

Chapter V.


Albert Achilles the Third Elector had, before his accession, been
Margraf of Anspach, and since his Brother the Alchemist's death,
Margraf of Baireuth too, or of the whole Principality,--"Margraf
of Culmbach" we will call it, for brevity's sake, though the
bewildering old Books have not steadily any name for it.
[A certain subaltern of this express title, "Margraf of Culmbach"
(a Cadet, with some temporary appanage there, who was once in the
service of him they call the Winter-King, and may again be
transiently heard of by us here), is the altogether Mysterious
Personage who prints himself "MARQUIS DE LULENBACH" in Bromley's
Collection of Royal Letters (London, 1787),
pp. 52, &c.:--one of the most curious Books on the Thirty-Years
War; "edited" with a composed stupidity, and cheerful infinitude
of ignorance, which still farther distinguish it. The BROMLEY
Originals well worth a real editing, turn out, on inquiry, to have
been "sold as Autographs, and dispersed beyond recovery, about
fifty years ago."] After his accession, Albert Achilles naturally
held both Electorate and Principality during the rest of his life.
Which was an extremely rare predicament for the two Countries, the
big and the little.

No other Elector held them both, for nearly a hundred years; nor
then, except as it were for a moment. The two countries,
Electorate and Principality, Hohenzollern both, and constituting
what the Hohenzollerns had in this world, continued intimately
connected; with affinity and clientship carefully kept, up, and
the lesser standing always under the express protection and as it
were COUSINSHIP of the greater. But they had their separate
Princes, Lines of Princes; and they only twice, in the time of
these Twelve Electors, came even temporarily under the same head.
And as to ultimate union, Brandenburg-Baireuth and Brandenburg-
Anspach were not incorporated with Brandenburg-Proper, and its new
fortunes, till almost our own day, namely in 1791; nor then either
to continue; having fallen to Bavaria, in the grand Congress of
Vienna, within the next five-and-twenty years. All which, with the
complexities and perplexities resulting from it here, we must, in
some brief way, endeavor to elucidate for the reader.


Culmbach the Elector left, at his death, to his Second Son,--
properly to two sons, but one of them soon died, and the other
became sole possessor;--Friedrich by name; who, as founder of the
Elder Line of Brandenburg-Culmbach Princes, must not be forgotten
by us. Founder of the First or Elder Line, for there are two
Lines; this of Friedrich's having gone out in about a hundred
years; and the Anspach-Baireuth territories having fallen home
again to Brandenburg;--where, however, they continued only during
the then Kurfurst's life.;ohann George (1525-1598), Seventh
Kurfurst, was he to whom Brandenburg-Culmbach fell home,--nay,
strictly speaking, it was but the sure prospect of it that fell
home, the thing itself did not quite fall in his time, though the
disposal of it did, ["Disposal," 1598; thing itself, 1603, in his
Son's time.]--to be conjoined again with Brandenburg-Proper.
Conjoined for the short potential remainder of his own life;
and then to be disposed of as an apanage again;--which latter
operation, as Johann George had three-and-twenty children, could
be no difficult one.

Johann George, accordingly (Year 1598), split the Territory in
two; Brandenburg-Baireuth was for his second son, Brandenburg-
Anspach for his third: hereby again were two new progenitors of
Culmbach Princes introduced, and a New Line, Second or "Younger
Line" they call it (Line mostly split in two, as heretofore);
which--after complex adventures in its split condition, Baireuth
under one head, Anspach under another--continues active down to
our little Fritz's time and farther. As will become but too
apparent to us in the course of this History!--

From of old these Territories had been frequently divided:
each has its own little capital, Town of Anspach, Town of
Baireuth, [Populations about the same; 16,000 to 17,000 in our
time.] suitable for such arrangement. Frequently divided;
though always under the closest cousinship, and ready for
reuniting, if possible. Generally under the Elder Line too, under
Friedrich's posterity, which was rather numerous and often in need
of apanages, they had been in separate hands. But the understood
practice was not to divide farther; Baireuth by itself, Anspach by
itself (or still luckier if one hand could get hold of both),--and
especially Brandenburg by itself, uncut by any apanage: this,
I observe, was the received practice. But Johann George, wise
Kurfurst as he was, wished now to make it surer; and did so by a
famed Deed, called the Gera Bond (GERAISCHE VERTRAG), dated 1598,
[Michaelis, i. 345.] the last year of Johann George's life.

Hereby, in a Family Conclave held at that Gera, a little town in
Thuringen, it was settled and indissolubly fixed, That their
Electorate, unlike all others in Germany, shall continue
indivisible; Law of Primogeniture, here if nowhere else, is to be
in full force; and only the Culmbach Territory (if otherwise
unoccupied) can be split off for younger sons. Culmbach can be
split off; and this again withal can be split, if need be, into
two (Baireuth and Anspach); but not in any case farther.
Which Household-Law was strictly obeyed henceforth. Date of it
1598; principal author, Johann George, Seventh Elector. This "Gera
Bond" the reader can note for himself as an excellent piece of
Hohenzollern thrift, and important in the Brandenburg annals.
On the whole, Brandenburg keeps continually growing under these
Twelve Hohenzollerns, we perceive; slower or faster, just as the
Burggrafdom had done, and by similar methods. A lucky outlay of
money (as in the case of Friedrich Ironteeth in the Neumark)
brings them one Province, lucky inheritance another:--good
management is always there, which is the mother of good luck.

And so there goes on again, from Johann George downwards, a new
stream of Culmbach Princes, called the Younger or New Line,--
properly two contemporary Lines, of Baireuthers and Anspachers;--
always in close affinity to Brandenburg, and with ultimate
reversion to Brandenburg, should both Lines fail; but with mutual
inheritance if only one. They had intricate fortunes, service in
foreign armies, much wandering about, sometimes considerable
scarcity of cash: but, for a hundred and fifty years to come,
neither Line by any means failed,--rather the contrary, in fact.

Of this latter or New Culmbach Line, or split Line, especially of
the Baireuth part of it, our little Wilhelmina, little Fritz's
Sister, who became Margravine there, has given all the world
notice. From the Anspach part of it (at that time in sore scarcity
of cash) came Queen Caroline, famed in our George the Second's
time. [See a Synoptic Diagram of these Genealogies, infra,
p. 388a.] From it too came an unmomentous Margraf, who married a
little Sister of Wilhelmina's and Fritz's; of whom we shall hear.
There is lastly a still more unmomentous Margraf, only son of said
Unmomentous and his said Spouse; who again combined the two
Territories, Baireuth having failed of heirs; and who, himself
without heirs, and with a frail Lady Craven as Margravine,--died
at Hammersmith, close by us, in 1806; and so ended the troublesome
affair. He had already, in 1791, sold off to Prussia all temporary
claims of his; and let Prussia have the Heritage at once without
waiting farther. Prussia, as we noticed, did not keep it long;
and it is now part of the Bavarian Dominion;--for the sake of
editors and readers, long may it so continue!

Of this Younger Line, intrinsically rather insignificant to
mankind, we shall have enough to write in time and place; we must
at present direct our attention to the Elder Line.


Kurfurst Albert Achilles's second son, Friedrich (1460-1536),
[Rentsch, pp. 593-602.] the founder of the Elder Culmbach Line,
ruled his country well for certain years, and was "a man famed for
strength of body and mind;" but claims little notice from us,
except for the sons he had. A quiet, commendable, honorable man,--
with a certain pathetic dignity, visible even in the eclipsed
state he sank into. Poor old gentleman, after grand enough feats
in war and peace, he fell melancholy, fell imbecile, blind, soon
after middle life; and continued so for twenty years, till he
died. During which dark state, say the old Books, it was a
pleasure to see with what attention his Sons treated him, and how
reverently the eldest always led him out to dinner. [Ib. p. 612.]
They live and dine at that high Castle of Plassenburg, where old
Friedrich can behold the Red or White Mayn no more. Alas, alas,
Plassenburg is now a Correction-House, where male and female
scoundrels do beating of hemp; and pious Friedrich, like eloquent
Johann, has become a forgotten object. He was of the German
Reichs-Array, who marched to the Netherlands to deliver Max from
durance; Max, the King of the Romans, whom, for all his luck, the
mutinous Flemings had put under lock-and-key at one time. [1482
(Pauli, ii. 389): his beautiful young Wife, "thrown from her
horse," had perished in a thrice-tragic way, short while before;
and the Seventeen Provinces were unruly under the guardianship of
Max.] That is his one feat memorable to me at present.

He was Johann Cicero's HALF-brother, child by a second wife.
Like his Uncle Kurfurst Friedrich II., he had married a Polish
Princess; the sharp Achilles having perhaps an eye to crowns in
that direction, during that Hungarian-Bohemian-Polish Donnybrook.
But if so, there again came nothing of a crown with it; though it
was not without its good results for Friedrich's children by
and by.

He had eight Sons that reached manhood; five or six of whom came
to something considerable in the world, and Three are memorable
down to this day. One of his daughters he married to the Duke of
Liegnitz in Silesia; which is among the first links I notice of a
connection that grew strong with that sovereign Duchy, and is
worth remarking by my readers here. Of the Three notable Sons it
is necessary that we say something. Casimir, George, Albert are
the names of these Three.

Casimir, the eldest, [1481-1527.] whose share of heritage is
Baireuth, was originally intended for the Church; but inclining
rather to secular and military things, or his prospects of
promotion altering, he early quitted that; and took vigorously to
the career of arms and business. A truculent-looking Herr, with
thoughtful eyes, and hanging under-lip:--HAT of enviable softness;
loose disk of felt flung carelessly on, almost like a nightcap
artificially extended, so admirably soft;--and the look of the man
Casimir, between his cataract of black beard and this semi-
nightcap, is carelessly truculent. He had much fighting with the
Nurnbergers and others; laid it right terribly on, in the way of
strokes, when needful. He was especially truculent upon the
Revolt of Peasants in their BAUERNKRIEG (1525). Them in their
wildest rage he fronted; he, that others might rally to him:
"Unhappy mortals, will you shake the world to pieces, then,
because you have much to complain of?" and hanged the ringleaders
of them literally by the dozen, when quelled and captured.
A severe, rather truculent Herr. His brother George, who had
Anspach for heritage, and a right to half those prisoners,
admonished and forgave his half; and pleaded hard with Casimir for
mercy to the others, in a fine Letter still extant; [In Rentsch,
p. 627.] which produced no effect on Casimir. For the dog's sake,
and for all sakes, "let not the dog learn to eat LEATHER;" (of
which his indispensable leashes and muzzles are made)! That was
a proverb often heard on the occasion, in Luther's mouth among
the rest.

Casimir died in 1527, age then towards fifty. For the last dozen
years or so, when the Father's malady became hopeless, he had
governed Culmbach, both parts of it; the Anspach part, which
belonged to his next brother George, going naturally, in almost
all things, along with Baireuth; and George, who was commonly
absent, not interfering, except on important occasions.
Casimir left one little Boy, age then only six, name Albert;
to whom George, henceforth practical sovereign of Culmbach, as his
Brother had been, was appointed Guardian. This youth, very full of
fire, wildfire too much of it, exploded dreadfully on Germany by
and by (Albert ALCIBIADES the name they gave him); nay, towards
the end of his nonage, he had been rather sputtery upon his Uncle,
the excellent Guardian who had charge of him.


Uncle George of Anspach, Casimir's next Brother, had always been
of a peaceabler disposition than Casimir; not indeed without heat
of temper, and sufficient vivacity of every kind. As a youth, he
had aided Kaiser Max in two of his petty wars; but was always
rather given "to reading Latin," to Learning, and ingenious
pursuits. His Polish Mother, who, we perceive, had given "Casimir"
his name, proved much more important to George. At an early age he
went to his Uncle Vladislaus, King of Hungary and Bohemia: for--
Alas, after all, we shall have to cast a glance into that
unbeautiful Hungarian-Bohemian scramble, comparable to an "Irish
Donnybrook," where Albert Achilles long walked as Chief-Constable.
It behooves us, after all, to point out some of the tallest heads
in it; and whitherward, bludgeon in hand, they seem to be swaying
and struggling.--Courage, patient reader!

George, then, at an early age went to his Uncle Vladislaus, King
of Hungary and Bohemia: for George's Mother, as we know, was of
royal kin; daughter of the Polish King, Casimir IV. (late mauler
of the Teutsch Ritters); which circumstance had results for George
and us. Daughter of Casimir IV. the Lady was; and therefore of the
Jagellon blood by her father, which amounts to little; but by her
mother she was Granddaughter of that Kaiser Albert II. who "got
Three Crowns in one year, and died the next;" whose posterity have
ever since,--up to the lips in trouble with their confused
competitive accompaniments, Hunniades, Corvinus, George Podiebrad
and others, not to speak of dragon Turks coiling ever closer round
you on the frontier,--been Kings of Hungary and Bohemia; TWO of
the crowns (the HERITABLE two) which were got by Kaiser Albert in
that memorable year. He got them, as the reader may remember, by
having the daughter of Kaiser Sigismund to wife,--Sigismund SUPER-
GRAMMATICAM, whom we left standing, red as a flamingo, in the
market-place of Constance a hundred years ago. Thus Time rolls on
in its many-colored manner, edacious and feracious.

It is in this way that George's Uncle, Vladislaus, Albert's
daughter's son, is now King of Hungary and Bohemia: the last King
Vladislaus they had; and the last King but one, of any kind, as we
shall see anon. Vladislaus was heir of Poland too, could he have
managed to get it; but he gave up that to his brother, to various
younger brothers in succession; having his hands full with the
Hungarian and Bohemian difficulty. He was very fond of Nephew
George; well recognizing the ingenuous, wise and loyal nature of
the young man. He appointed George tutor of his poor son Ludwig;
whom he left at the early age of ten, in an evil world, and evil
position there. "Born without Skin," they say, that is, born in
the seventh month;--called Ludwig OHNE HAUT (Ludwig NO-Skin), on
that account. Born certainly, I can perceive, rather thin of skin;
and he would have needed one of a rhinoceros thickness!

George did his function honestly, and with success: Ludwig grew up
a gallant, airy, brisk young King, in spite of difficulties,
constitutional and other; got a Sister of the great Kaiser
Karl V. to wife;--determined (A.D. 1526) to have a stroke at the
Turk dragon; which, was coiling round his frontier, and spitting
fire at an intolerable rate. Ludwig, a fine young man of twenty,
marched away with much Hungarian chivalry, right for the Turk
(Summer 1526); George meanwhile going busily to Bohemia, and there
with all his strength levying troops for reinforcement. Ludwig
fought and fenced, for some time, with the Turk outskirts; came at
last to a furious general battle with the Turk (29th August,
1526), at a place called Mohacz, far east in the flats of the
Lower Donau; and was there tragically beaten and ended. Seeing the
Battle gone, and his chivalry all in flight, Ludwig too had to
fly; galloping for life, he came upon bog which proved bottomless,
as good as bottomless; and Ludwig, horse and man, vanished in it
straightway from this world. Hapless young man, like a flash of
lightning suddenly going down there--and the Hungarian Sovereignty
along with him. For Hungary is part of Austria ever since;
having, with Bohemia, fallen to Karl V.'s Brother Ferdinand, as
now the nearest convenient heir of Albert with his Three Crowns.
Up to the lips in difficulties to this day!--

George meanwhile, with finely appointed reinforcements, was in
full march to join Ludwig; but the sad news of Mohacz met him:
he withdrew, as soon as might be, to his own territory, and
quitted Hungarian politics. This, I think, was George's third and
last trial of war. He by no means delighted in that art, or had
cultivated it like Casimir and some of his brothers.--

George by this time had considerable property; part of it
important to the readers of this History. Anspach we already know;
but the Duchy of Jagerndorf,--that and its pleasant valleys, fine
hunting-grounds and larch-clad heights, among the Giant Mountains
of Silesia,--that is to us the memorable territory. George got it
in this manner:--

Some ten or fifteen years ago, the late King Vladislaus, our Uncle
of blessed memory, loving George, and not having royal moneys at
command, permitted him to redeem with his own cash certain
Hungarian Domains, pledged at a ruinously cheap rate, but
unredeemable by Vladislaus. George did so; years ago, guess ten or
fifteen. George did not like the Hungarian Domains, with their
Turk and other inconveniences; he proposed to exchange them with
King Vladislaus for the Bohemian-Silesian Duchy of Jagerndorf;
which had just then, by failure of heirs, lapsed to the King.
This also Vladislaus, the beneficent cashless Uncle, liking George
more and more, permitted to be done. And done it was; I see not in
what year; only that the ultimate investiture (done, this part of
the affair, by Ludwig OHNE HAUT, and duly sanctioned by the
Kaiser) dates 1524, two years before the fatal Mohacz business.

From the time of this purchase, and especially till Brother
Casimir's death, which happened in 1527, George resided oftener at
Jagerndorf than at Anspach. Anspach, by the side of Baireuth,
needed no management; and in Jagerndorf much probably required the
hand of a good Governor to put it straight again. The Castle of
Jagerndorf, which towers up there in a rather grand manner to this
day, George built: "the old Castle of the Schellenbergs" (extinct
predecessor Line) now gone to ruins, "stands on a Hill with
larches on it, some miles off." Margraf George was much esteemed
as Duke of Jagerndorf. What his actions in that region were,
I know not; but it seems he was so well thought of in Silesia, two
smaller neighboring Potentates, the Duke of Oppeln and the Duke of
Ratibor, who had no heirs of their body, bequeathed, with the
Kaiser's assent, these towns and territories to George: [Rentsch,
pp. 623, 127-131. Kaiser is Ferdinand, Karl V.'s Brother,--as yet
only KING of Bohemia and Hungary, but supreme in regard to such
points. His assent is dated "17th June, 1531" in Rentsch.]--in
mere love to their subjects (Rentsch intimates), that poor men
might be governed by a wise good Duke, in the time coming.
The Kaiser would have got the Duchies otherwise.

Nay the Kaiser, in spite of his preliminary assent, proved
extortionate to George in this matter; and exacted heavy sums for
the actual possession of Oppeln and Ratibor. George, going so
zealously ahead in Protestant affairs, grew less and less a
favorite with Kaisers. But so, at any rate, on peaceable
unquestionable grounds, grounds valid as Imperial Law and ready
money, George is at last Lord of these two little Countries, in
the plain of South-Silesia, as of Jagerndorf among the Mountains
hard by. George has and holds the Duchy of Jagerndorf, with these
appendages (Jagerndorf since 1524, Ratibor and Oppeln since some
years later); and lives constantly, or at the due intervals, in
his own strong Mountain-Castle of Jagerndorf there,--we have no
doubt, to the marked benefit of good men in those parts.
Hereby has Jagerndorf joined itself to the Brandenburg
Territories: and the reader can note the circumstance, for it will
prove memorable one day.

In the business of the Reformation, Margraf George was very noble.
A simple-hearted, truth-loving, modestly valiant man; rising
unconsciously, in that great element, into the heroic figure.
"George the Pious (DER FROMME)," "George the Confessor
(BEKENNER)," were the names he got from his countrymen.
Once this business had become practical, George interfered a
little more in the Culmbach Government; his brother Casimir, who
likewise had Reformation tendencies, rather hanging back in
comparison to George.

In 1525 the Town-populations, in the Culmbach region, big Nurnberg
in the van, had gone quite ahead in the new Doctrine; and were
becoming irrepressibly impatient to clear out the old mendacities,
and have the Gospel preached freely to them. This was a
questionable step; feasible perhaps for a great Elector of
Saxony;--but for a Margraf of Anspach? George had come home from
Jagerndorf, some three hundred miles away, to look into it for
himself; found it, what with darkness all round, what with
precipices menacing on both hands, and zealous, inconsiderate
Town-populations threatening to take the bit between their teeth,
a frightfully intricate thing. George mounted his horse, one day
this year, day not dated farther, and "with only six attendants"
privately rode off, another two hundred miles, a good three days'
ride, to Wittenberg; and alighted at Dr. Martinus Lutherus's door.
[Rentsch, p. 625.] A notable passage; worth thinking of. But such
visits of high Princes, to that poor house of the Doctor's, were
not then uncommon. Luther cleared the doubts of George; George
returned with a resolution taken; "Ahead then, ye poor Voigtland
Gospel populations! I must lead you, we must on!"--And perils
enough there proved to be, and precipices on each hand:
BAUERNKRIEG, that is to say Peasants'-War, Anabaptistry and Red-
Republic, on the one hand; REICHS-ACHT, Ban of Empire, on the
other. But George, eagerly, solemnly attentive, with ever new
light rising on him, dealt with the perils as they came; and went
steadily on, in a simple, highly manful and courageous manner.

He did not live to see the actual Wars that followed on Luther's
preaching:--he was of the same age with Luther, born few months
later, and died two years before Luther; [4th March, 1484,--
27th Dec., 1543, George; 10th November, 1483--18th February,
1546, Luther.]--but in all the intermediate principal transactions
George is conspicuously present; "George of Brandenburg," as the
Books call him, or simply "Margraf George."

At the Diet of Augsburg (1530), and the signing of the Augsburg
Confession there, he was sure to be. He rode thither with his
Anspach Knightage about him, "four hundred cavaliers,"--
Seckendorfs, Huttens, Flanses and other known kindreds,
recognizable among the lists; [Rentsch, p. 633.]--and spoke there,
notbursts of parliamentary eloquence, but things that had meaning
in them. One speech of his, not in the Diet, but in the Kaiser's
Lodging (15th June, 1530; no doubt, in Anton Fugger's house, where
the Kaiser "lodged for year and day" this time but WITHOUT the
"fires of cinnamon" they talk of on other occasions [See Carlyle's
Miscellanies (iii. 259 n.). The House is at
present an Inn, "Gasthaus zu den drei Mohren;" italic> where tourists lodge, and are still shown the room which
the Kaiser occupied on such visits.]), is still very celebrated.
It was the evening of the Kaiser Karl Fifth's arrival at the Diet;
which was then already, some time since, assembled there.
And great had been the Kaiser's reception that morning; the flower
of Germany, all the Princes of the Empire, Protestant and Papal
alike, riding out to meet him, in the open country, at the Bridge
of the Lech. With high-flown speeches and benignities, on both
sides;--only that the Kaiser willed all men, Protestant and other,
should in the mean while do the Popish litanyings, waxlight
processionings and idolatrous stage-performances with him on the
morrow, which was CORPUS-CHRISTI Day; and the Protestants could
not nor would. Imperial hints there had already been, from
Innspruck; benign hopes, of the nature of commands, That loyal
Protestant Princes would in the interim avoid open discrepancies,
--perhaps be so loyal as keep their chaplains, peculiar divine-
services, private in the interim? These were hints;--and now this
of the CORPUS-CHRISTI, a still more pregnant hint! Loyal
Protestants refused it, therefore; flatly declined, though bidden
and again bidden. They attended in a body, old Johann of Saxony,
young Philip of Hessen, and the rest; Margraf George, as
spokesman, with eloquent simplicity stating their reasons,--to
somewhat this effect:--

Invinciblest all-gracious Kaiser, loyal are we to your high
Majesty, ready to do your bidding by night and by day.
But it is your bidding under God, not against God. Ask us not,
0 gracious Kaiser! I cannot, and we cannot; and we must not, and
dare not. And "before I would deny my God and his Evangel," these
are George's own words, "I would rather kneel down here before
your Majesty, and have my head struck off,"--hitting his
hind-head, or neck, with the edge of his hand, by way of
accompaniment; a strange radiance in the eyes of him, voice risen
into musical alt: "Ehe Ich wolte meinen Gott und sein
Evangelium verlaugnen, ehe wolte Ich hier vor Eurer Majestat
niderknien, und mir den Kopf abhauen lassen."--"Nit Kop ab, lover
Forst, nit Kop ab!" answered Charles in his Flemish-
German; "Not head off, dear Furst, not head off!" said the Kaiser,
a faint smile enlightening those weighty gray eyes of his, and
imperceptibly animating the thick Austrian under-lip. [Rentsch,
p. 637. Marheineke, Geschichte der Teutschen Reformation
(Berlin, 1831), ii. 487.]

Speaker and company attended again on the morrow; Margraf George
still more eloquent. Whose Speech flew over Germany, like fire
over dry flax; and still exists,--both Speeches now oftenest
rolled into one by inaccurate editors. [As by Rentsch, ubi supra.]
And the CORPUS-CHRISTI idolatries were forborne the Margraf and
his company this time;--the Kaiser himself, however, walking,
nearly roasted in the sun, in heavy purple-velvet cloak, with a
big wax-candle, very superfluous, guttering and blubbering in the
right hand of him, along the streets of Augsburg. Kur-Brandenburg,
Kur-Mainz, high cousins of George, were at this Diet of Augsburg;
Kur-Brandenburg (Elector Joachim I., Cicero's son, of whom we have
spoken, and shall speak again) being often very loud on the
conservative side; and eloquent Kur-Mainz going on the
conciliatory tack. Kur-Brandenburg, in his zeal, had ridden on to
Innspruck, to meet the Kaiser there, and have a preliminary word
with him. Both these high Cousins spoke, and bestirred themselves,
a good deal, at this Diet. They had met the Kaiser on the plains
of the Lech, this morning; and, no doubt, gloomed unutterable
things on George and his Speech. George could not help it.

Till his death in 1543, George is to be found always in the front
line of this high Movement, in the line where Kur-Sachsen, John
the Steadfast (DER BESTANDIGE), and young Philip the Magnanimous
of Hessen were, and where danger and difficulty were. Readers of
this enlightened gold-nugget generation can form to themselves no
conception of the spirit that then possessed the nobler kingly
mind. "The command of God endures through Eternity,
Verbum Dei Manet In AEternum," was the Epigraph and
Life-motto which John the Steadfast had adopted for himself;
"V. D. M. I. AE.," these initials he had engraved on all the
furnitures of his existence, on his standards, pictures, plate, on
the very sleeves of his lackeys,--and I can perceive, on his own
deep heart first of all. V. D. M. I. E.:--or might it not be read
withal, as Philip of Hessen sometimes said (Philip, still a young
fellow, capable of sport in his magnanimous scorn),
"Verbum Diaboli Manet In Episcopis, The Devil's Word
sticks fast in the Bishops"?

We must now take leave of Margraf George and his fine procedures
in that crisis of World-History. He had got Jugerndorf, which
became important for his Family and others: but what was that to
the Promethean conquests (such we may call them) which he had the
honor to assist in making for his Family, and for his Country, and
for all men;--very unconscious he of "bringing fire from Heaven,"
good modest simple man! So far as I can gather, there lived, in
that day, few truer specimens of the Honest Man. A rugged,
rough-hewn, rather blunt-nosed physiognomy: cheek-bones high,
cheeks somewhat bagged and wrinkly; eyes with a due shade of
anxiety and sadness in them; affectionate simplicity,
faithfulness, intelligence, veracity looking out of every feature
of him. Wears plentiful white beard short-cut, plentiful
gold-chains, ruffs, ermines;--a hat not to be approved of, in
comparison with brother Casimir's; miserable inverted-colander of
a hat; hanging at an angle of forty-five degrees; with band of
pearls round the top not the bottom of it; insecure upon the fine
head of George, and by no means to its embellishment.

One of his Daughters he married to the Duke of Liegnitz, a new
link in that connection. He left one Boy, George Friedrich;
who came under ALCIBIADES, his Cousin of Baireuth's tutelage;
and suffered much by that connection, or indeed chiefly by his own
conspicuously Protestant turn, to punish which, the Alcibiades
connection was taken as a pretext. In riper years, George
Friedrich got his calamities brought well under; and lived to
do good work, Protestant and other, in the world. To which we
may perhaps allude again. The Line of Margraf George the Pious
ends in this George Friedrich, who had no children; the Line of
Margraf George, and the Elder Culmbach Line altogether (1603),
Albert Alcibiades, Casimir's one son, having likewise died
without posterity.

"Of the younger Brothers," says my Authority, "some four were in
the Church; two of whom rose to be Prelates;--here are the four:--

"1. One, Wilhelm by name, was Bishop of Riga, in the remote
Prussian outskirts, and became Protestant;--among the first great
Prelates who took that heretical course; being favored by
circumstances to cast out the 'V. D. (Verbum Diaboli),'
as Philip read it. He is a wise-looking man, with
magnificent beard, with something of contemptuous patience in the
meditative eyes of him. He had great troubles with his Riga
people,--as indeed was a perennial case between their Bishop and
them, of whatever creed he might be.

"2. The other Prelate held fast by the Papal Orthodoxy: he had got
upon the ladder of promotion towards Magdeburg; hoping to follow
his Cousin KUR-MAINZ, the eloquent conciliatory Cardinal, in that
part of his pluralities. As he did,--little to his comfort, poor
man; having suffered a good deal in the sieges and religious
troubles of his Magdeburgers; who ended by ordering him away,
having openly declared themselves Protestant, at length. He had to
go; and occupy himself complaining, soliciting Aulic-Councils and
the like, for therest of his life.

"3. The PROBST of Wurzburg (PROVOST, kind of Head-Canon there);
orthodox Papal he too; and often gave his Brother George trouble.

"4. A still more orthodox specimen, the youngest member of the
family, who is likewise in orders: Gumbrecht ('Gumbertus, a
Canonicus of' Something or other, say the Books); who went early
to Rome, and became one of his Holiness Leo Tenth's Chamberlains;
--stood the 'Sack of Rome' (Constable de Bourbon's), and was
captured there and ransomed;--but died still young (1528).
These three were Catholics, he of Wurzburg a rather virulent one."

Catholic also was JOHANNES, a fifth Brother, who followed the
soldiering and diplomatic professions, oftenest in Spain;
did Government-messages to Diets, and the like, for Karl V.;
a high man and well seen of his Kaiser;--he had wedded the young
Widow of old King Ferdinand in Spain; which proved, seemingly, a
troublous scene for poor Johannes. What we know is, he was
appointed Commandant of Valencia; and died there, still little
turned of thirty,--by poison it is supposed,--and left his young
Widow to marry a third time.

These are the Five minor Brothers, four of them Catholic, sons of
old blind Friedrich of Plassenburg; who are not, for their own
sake, memorable, but are mentionable for the sake of the three
major Brothers. So many orthodox Catholics, while Brother George
and others went into the heresies at such a rate! A family much
split by religion:--and blind old Friedrich, dim of intellect,
knew nothing of it; and the excellent Polish Mother said and
thought, we know not what. A divided Time!--

Johannes of Valencia, and these Chief Priests, were all men of
mark; conspicuous to the able editors of their day: but the only
Brother now generally known to mankind is Albert, Hochmeister of
the Teutsch Ritterdom; by whom Preussen came into the Family.
Of him we must now speak a little.

Chapter VI.


Albert was born in 1490; George's junior by six years, Casimir's
by nine. He too had been meant for the Church; but soon quitted
that, other prospects and tendencies opening. He had always loved
the ingenuous arts; but the activities too had charms for him.
He early shone in his exercises spiritual and bodily; grew tall
above his fellows, expert in arts, especially in arms;--rode with
his Father to Kaiser Max's Court; was presented by him, as the
light of his eyes, to Kaiser Max; who thought him a very likely
young fellow; and bore him in mind, when the Mastership of the
Teutsch Ritterdom fell vacant. [Rentsch, pp. 840-863.]

The Teutsch Ritterdom, ever since it got its back broken in that
Battle of Tannenberg in 1410, and was driven out of West-Preussen
with such ignominious kicks, has been lying bedrid, eating its
remaining revenues, or sprawling about in helpless efforts to rise
again, which require no notice from us. Hopeless of ever
recovering West-Preussen, it had quietly paid its homage to Poland
for the Eastern part of that Country; quietly for some couple of
generations. But, in the third or fourth generation after
Tannenberg, there began to rise murmurs,--in the Holy Roman Empire
first of all. "Preussen is a piece of the Reich," said hot,
inconsiderate people; "Preussen could not be alienated without
consent of the Reich!" To which discourses the afflicted Ritters
listened only too gladly; their dull eyes kindling into new false
hopes at sound of them. The point was, To choose as Hochmeister
some man of German influence, of power and connection in the
Country, who might help them to their so-called right. With this
view, they chose one and then another of such sort;--and did not
find it very hopeful, as we shall see.

Albert was chosen Grand-Master of Preussen, in February, 1511;
age then twenty-one. Made his entry into Konigsberg, November next
year; in grand cavalcade, "dreadful storm of rain and wind at the
time,"--poor Albert all in black, and full of sorrow, for the loss
of his Mother, the good Polish Princess, who had died since he
left home. Twenty months of preparation he had held since his
Election, before doing anything: for indeed the case was
intricate. He, like his predecessor in office, had undertaken to
refuse that Homage to Poland; the Reich generally, and Kaiser Max
himself, in a loose way of talk, encouraging him: "A piece of the
Reich," said they all; "Teutsch Ritters had no power to give it
away in that manner." Which is a thing more easily said, than
made good in the way of doing.

Albert's predecessor, chosen on this principle, was a Saxon
Prince, Friedrich of Meissen; cadet of Saxony; potently enough
connected, he too; who, in like manner, had undertaken to refuse
the Homage. And zealously did refuse it, though to his cost, poor
man. From the Reich, for all its big talking, he got no manner of
assistance; had to stave off a Polish War as he could, by fair-
speaking, by diplomacies and contrivances; and died at middle age,
worn down by the sorrows of that sad position.

An idea prevails, in ill-informed circles, that our new Grand-
Master Albert was no better than a kind of cheat; that he took
this Grand-Mastership of Preussen; and then, in gayety of heart,
surreptitiously pocketed Preussen for his own behoof. Which is an
idle idea; inconsistent with the least inquiry, or real knowledge
how the matter stood. [Voigt, ix. 740-749; Pauli, iv. 404-407.]
By no means in gayety of heart, did Albert pocket Preussen;
nor till after as tough a struggle to do other with it as could
have been expected of any man.

One thing not suspected by the Teutsch Ritters, and least of all
by their young Hochmeister, was, That the Teutsch Ritters had well
deserved that terrible down-come at Tannenberg, that ignominious
dismissal out of West-Preussen with kicks. Their insolence,
luxury, degeneracy had gone to great lengths. Nor did that
humiliation mend them at all; the reverse rather. It was deeply
hidden from the young Hochmeister as from them, That probably they
were now at length got to the end of their capability: and ready
to be withdrawn from the scene, as soon as any good way offered!--
Of course, they Were reluctant enough to fulfil their bargain to
Poland; very loath they to do Homage now for Preussen, and own
themselves sunk to the second degree. For the Ritters had still
their old haughtiness of humor, their deepseated pride of place,
gone now into the unhappy CONSCIOUS state. That is usually the
last thing that deserts a sinking House: pride of place, gone to
the conscious state;--as if, in a reverse manner, the House felt
that it deserved to sink.

For the rest, Albert's position among them was what Friedrich of
Sachsen's had been; worse, not better; and the main ultimate
difference was, he did not die of it, like Friedrich of Sachsen;
but found an outlet, not open in Friedrich's time, and lived.
To the Ritters, and vague Public which called itself the Reich,
Albert had promised he would refuse the Homage to Poland; on which
Ritters and Reich had clapt their hands: and that was pretty much
all the assistance he got of them. The Reich, as a formal body,
had never asserted its right to Preussen, nor indeed spoken
definitely on the subject: it was only the vague Public that had
spoken, in the name of the Reich. From the Reich, or from any
individual of it, Kaiser or Prince, when actually applied to,
Albert could get simply nothing. From what, Ritters were in
Preussen, he might perhaps expect promptitude to fight, if it came
to that; which was not much as things stood. But, from the great
body of the Ritters, scattered over Germany, with their rich
territories (BALLEYS, bailliwicks), safe resources, and
comfortable "Teutschmeister" over them, he got flat refusal: [The
titles HOCHMEISTER and TEUTSCHMEISTER are defined, in many Books
and in all manner of Dictionaries, as meaning the same thing.
But that is not quite the case. They were at first synonymous, so
far as I can see; and after Albert's time, they again became so;
but at the date where we now are, and for a long while back, they
represent different entities, and indeed oftenest, since the
Prussian DECLINE began, antagonistic ones. Teutschmeister, Sub-
president over the GERMAN affairs and possessions of the Order,
resides at Mergentheim in that Country: Hochmeister is Chief
President of the whole, but resident at Marienburg in Preussen,
and feels there acutely where the shoe pinches,--much too acutely,
thinks the Teutschmeister in his soft list-slippers, at
Mergentheim in the safe Wurzburg region.] "We will not be
concerned in the adventure at all; we wish you well through it!"
Never was a spirited young fellow placed in more impossible
position. His Brother Casimir (George was then in Hungary), his
Cousin Joachim Kur-Brandenburg, Friedrich Duke of Liegnitz, a
Silesian connection of the Family, ["Duke Friedrich II.:" comes by
mothers from Kurfurst Friedrich I.; marries Margraf George's
Daughter even now, 1519 (Hubner, tt. 179, 100, 101).] consulted,
advised, negotiated to all lengths, Albert's own effort was
incessant. "Agree with King Sigismund," said they; "Uncle
Sigismund, your good Mother's Brother; a King softly inclined to
us all!"--"How agree?" answered Albert: "He insists on the Homage,
which I have promised not to give!" Casimir went and came, to
Konigsberg, to Berlin; went once himself to Cracow, to the King,
on this errand: but it was a case of "Yes AND No;" not to be
solved by Casimir.

As to King Sigismund, he was patient with it to a degree; made the
friendliest paternal professions;--testifying withal, That the
claim was undeniable; and could by him, Sigismund, never be
foregone with the least shadow of honor, and of course never
would: "My dear Nephew can consider whether his dissolute,
vain-minded, half-heretical Ritterdom, nay whether this Prussian
fraction of it, is in a condition to take Poland by the beard in
an unjust quarrel; or can hope to do Tannenberg over again in the
reverse way, by Beelzehub's help?"--

For seven years, Albert held out in this intermediate state,
neither peace nor war; moving Heaven and Earth to raise supplies,
that he might be able to defy Poland, and begin war. The Reich
answers, "We have really nothing for you." Teutschmeister answers
again and again, "I tell you we have nothing!" In the end,
Sigismund grew impatient; made (December, 1519) some movements of
a hostile nature. Albert did not yield; eager only to
procrastinate till he were ready. By superhuman efforts, of
borrowing, bargaining, soliciting, and galloping to and fro,
Albert did, about the end of next year, get up some appearance of
an Army: "14,000 German mercenaries horse and foot," so many in
theory; who, to the extent of 8,000 in actual result, came
marching towards him (October, 1520); to serve "for eight months."
With these he will besiege Dantzig, besiege Thorn; will plunge,
suddenly, like a fiery javelin, into the heart of Poland, and make
Poland surrender its claim. Whereupon King Sigismund bestirred
himself in earnest; came out with vast clouds of Polish chivalry;
overset Albert's 8,000;--who took to eating the country, instead
of fighting for it; being indeed in want of all things. One of the
gladdest days Albert had yet seen, was when he got the 8,000 sent
home again.

What then is to be done? "Armistice for four years," Sigismund was
still kind enough to consent to that: "Truce for four years: try
everywhere, my poor Nephew; after that, your mind will perhaps
become pliant." Albert tried the Reich again: "Four years,
0 Princes, and then I must do it, or be eaten!" Reich, busy with
Lutheran-Papal, Turk-Christian quarrels, merely shrugged its
shoulders upon Albert. Teutschmeister did the like; everybody the
like. In Heaven or Earth, then, is there no hope for me? thought
Albert. And his stock of ready money--we will not speak of that!

Meanwhile Dr. Osiander of Anspach had come to him; and the pious
young man was getting utterly shaken in his religion. Monkish
vows, Pope, Holy Church itself, what is one to think, Herr Doctor?
Albert, religious to an eminent degree, was getting deep into
Protestantism. In his many journeyings, to Nurnberg, to
Brandenburg, and up and down, he had been at Wittenberg too:
he saw Luther in person more than once there; corresponded with
Luther; in fine believed in the truth of Luther. The Culmbach
Brothers were both, at least George ardently was, inclined to
Protestantism, as we have seen; but Albert was foremost of the
three in this course. Osiander and flights of zealous Culmbach
Preachers made many converts in Preussen. In these circumstances
the Four Years came to a close.

Albert, we may believe, is greatly at a loss; and deep
deliberations, Culmbach, Berlin, Liegnitz, Poland all called in,
are held:--a case beyond measure intricate. You have given your
word; word must be kept,--and cannot, without plain hurt, or ruin
even, to those that took it of you. Withdraw, therefore; fling it
up!--Fling it up? A valuable article to fling up; fling it up is
the last resource. Nay, in fact, to whom will you fling it up?
The Prussian Ritters themselves are getting greatly divided on the
point; and at last on all manner of points, Protestantism ever
more spreading among them. As for the German Brethren, they and
their comfortable Teutschmeister, who refused to partake in the
dangerous adventure at all; are they entitled to have much to say
in the settlement of it now?--

Among others, or as chief oracle of all, Luther was consulted.
"What would you have me do towards reforming the Teutsch Order?"
inquired Albert of his oracle. Luther's answer was, as may be
guessed, emphatic. "Luther," says one reporter, "has in his
Writings declared the Order to be 'a thing serviceable neither to
God nor man,' and the constitution of it 'a monstrous, frightful,
hermaphroditish, neither secular nor spiritual constitution.'"
[C. J. Weber, Daa Ritterwessen (Stuttgard, 1837), iii.
208.] We do not know what Luther's answer to Albert was;--but can
infer the purport of it: That such a Teutsch Ritterdom was not, at
any rate, a thing long for this world; that white cloaks with
black crosses on them would not, of themselves, profit any
Ritterdom; that solemn vows and high supramundane professions,
followed by such practice as was notorious, are an afflicting,
not to say a damnable, spectacle on God's Earth;--that a young
Herr had better marry; better have done with the wretched
Babylonian Nightmare of Papistry altogether; better shake oneself
awake, in God's name, and see if there are not still monitions in
the eternal sky as to what it is wise to do, and wise not to do!--
This I imagine to have been, in modern language, the purport of
Dr. Luther's advice to Hochmeister Albrecht on the present
interesting occasion.

It is certain, Albert, before long, took this course; Uncle
Sigismund and the resident Officials of the Ritterdom having made
agreement to it as the one practicable course. The manner as
follows: 1. Instead of Elected Hochmeister, let us be Hereditary
Duke of Preussen, and pay homage for it to Uncle Sigismund in that
character. 2. Such of the resident Officials of the Ritterdom as
are prepared to go along with us, we will in like manner
constitute permanent Feudal Proprietors of what they now possess
as Life-rent, and they shall be Sub-vassals under us as Hereditary
Duke. 3. In all which Uncle Sigismund and the Republic of Poland
engage to maintain us against the world.

That is, in sum, the Transaction entered into, by King Sigismund
I. of Poland, on the one part, and Hochmeister Albert and his
Ritter Officials, such as went along with him, (which of course
none could do that were not Protestant), on the other part:
done at Cracow, 8th April, 1525. [Rentsch, p. 850.--Here,
certified by Rentsch, Voigt and others, is a worn-out patch of
Paper, which is perhaps worth printing:--
1490, May 17, Albert is born.
1511, February 14, Hochmeister.
1519, December, King Sigismund's first hostile movements.
1520, October, German Mercenaries arrive.
1520, November, try Siege of Dantzig.
1520, November 17, give it up.
1521, April 10, Truce for Four Years.
1523, June, Albert consults Luther.
1524, November, sees Luther.
1525, April 8, Peace of Cracow, and Albert to be Duke of
Prussia.] Whereby Teutsch Ritterdom, the Prussian part of it,
vanished from the world; dissolving itself, and its "hermaphrodite
constitution," like a kind of Male Nunnery, as so many female ones
had done in those years. A Transaction giving rise to endless
criticism, then and afterwards. Transaction plainly not
reconcilable with the letter of the law; and liable to have logic
chopped upon it to any amount, and to all lengths of time.
The Teutschmeister and his German Brethren shrieked murder;
the whole world, then, and for long afterwards, had much to say
and argue.

To us, now that the logic-chaff is all laid long since, the
question is substantial, not formal. If the Teutsch Ritterdom
was actually at this time DEAD, actually stumbling about as a mere
galvanized Lie beginning to be putrid,--then, sure enough, it
behooved that somebody should bury it, to avoid pestilential
effects in the neighborhood. Somebody or other;--first flaying the
skin off, as was natural, and taking that for his trouble.
All turns, in substance, on this latter question! If, again, the
Ritterdom was not dead--?

And truly it struggled as hard as Partridge the Almanac-
maker to rebut that fatal accusation; complained (Teutschmeister
and German-Papist part of it) loudly at the Diets; got Albert and
his consorts put to the Ban (GEACHTET), fiercely menaced by the
Kaiser Karl V. But nothing came of all that; nothing but noise.
Albert maintained his point; Kaiser Karl always found his hands
full otherwise, and had nothing but stamped parchments and menaces
to fire off at Albert. Teutsch Ritterdom, the Popish part of it,
did enjoy its valuable bailliwicks, and very considerable rents in
various quarters of Germany and Europe, having lost only Preussen;
and walked about, for three centuries more, with money in its
pocket, and a solemn white gown with black cross on its back,--the
most opulent Social Club in existence, and an excellent place for
bestowing younger sons of sixteen quarters. But it was, and
continued through so many centuries, in every essential respect,
a solemn Hypocrisy; a functionless merely eating Phantasm, of the
nature of goblin, hungry ghost or ghoul (of which kind there are
many);--till Napoleon finally ordered it to vanish; its time, even
as Phantasm, being come.

Albert, I can conjecture, had his own difficulties as Regent in
Preussen. [1525-1568.] Protestant Theology, to make matters worse
for him, had split itself furiously into 'DOXIES; and there was
an OSIANDERISM (Osiander being the Duke's chaplain), much flamed
upon by the more orthodox ISM. "Foreigners," too, German-Anspach
and other, were ill seen by the native gentlemen; yet sometimes
got encouragement. One Funccius, a shining Nurnberg immigrant
there, son-in-law of Osiander, who from Theology got into
Politics, had at last (1564) to be beheaded,--old Duke Albert
himself "bitterly weeping" about him; for it was none of Albert's
doing. Probably his new allodial Ritter gentlemen were not the
most submiss, when made hereditary? We can only hope the Duke was
a Hohenzollern, and not quite unequal to his task in this respect.
A man with high bald brow; magnificent spade-beard; air much-
pondering, almost gaunt,--gaunt kind of eyes especially, and a
slight cast in them, which adds to his severity of aspect. He kept
his possession well, every inch of it; and left all safe at his
decease in 1568. His age was then near eighty. It was the tenth
year of our Elizabeth as Queen; invincible Armada not yet built;
but Alba very busy, cutting off high heads in Brabant;
and stirring up the Dutch to such fury as was needful for
exploding Spain and him.

This Duke Albert was a profoundly religious man, as all thoughtful
men then were. Much given to Theology, to Doctors of Divinity;
being eager to know God's Laws in this Universe, and wholesomely
certain of damnation if he should not follow them. Fond of the
profane Sciences too, especially of Astronomy: Erasmus Reinhold
and his Tabulae Prutenicae were once very
celebrated; Erasmus Reinhold proclaims gratefully how these his
elaborate Tables (done according to the latest discoveries, 1551
and onwards) were executed upon Duke Albert's high bounty;
for which reason they are dedicated to Duke Albert, and called
"PRUTENICAE," meaning PRUSSIAN. [Rentsch, p. 855.] The University
of Konigsberg was already founded several years before, in 1544.

Albert had not failed to marry, as Luther counselled: by his first
Wife he had only daughters; by his second, one son, Albert
Friedrich, who, without opposition or difficulty, succeeded his
Father. Thus was Preussen acquired to the Hohenzollern Family;
for, before long, the Electoral branch managed to get MITBELEHNUNG
(Co-infeftment), that is to say, Eventual Succession; and Preussen
became a Family Heritage, as Anspach and Baireuth were.

Chapter VII.


One word must be spent on poor Albert, Casimir's son, [1522-1557]
already mentioned. This poor Albert, whom they call ALCIBIADES,
made a great noise in that epoch; being what some define as the
"Failure of a Fritz;" who has really features of him we are to
call "Friedrich the Great," but who burnt away his splendid
qualities as a mere temporary shine for the able editors, and
never came to anything.

A high and gallant young fellow, left fatherless in childhood;
perhaps he came too early into power:--he came, at any rate, in
very volcanic times, when Germany was all in convulsion; the Old
Religion and the New having at length broken out into open battle,
with huge results to be hoped and feared; and the largest game
going on, in sight of an adventurous youth. How Albert staked in
it; how he played to immense heights of sudden gain, and finally
to utter bankruptcy, I cannot explain here: some German delineator
of human destinies, "Artist" worth the name, if there were any,
might find in him a fine subject.

He was ward of his Uncle George; and the probable fact is, no
guardian could have been more faithful. Nevertheless, on
approaching the years of majority, of majority but not discretion,
he saw good to quarrel with his Uncle; claimed this and that,
which was not granted: quarrel lasting for years. Nay matters ran
so high at last, it was like to come to war between them, had not
George been wiser. The young fellow actually sent a cartel to his
Uncle; challenged him to mortal combat,--at which George only
wagged his old beard, we suppose, and said nothing. Neighbors
interposed, the Diet itself interposed; and the matter was got
quenched again. Leaving Albert, let us hope, a repentant young
man. We said he was full of fire, too much of it wildfire.

His profession was Arms; he shone much in war; went slashing and
fighting through those Schmalkaldic broils, and others of his
time; a distinguished captain; cutting his way towards something
high, he saw not well what. He had great comradeship with Moritz
of Saxony in the wars: two sworn brothers they, and comrades in
arms:--it is the same dexterous Moritz, who, himself a Protestant,
managed to get his too Protestant Cousin's Electorate of Saxony
into his hand, by luck of the game; the Moritz, too, from whom
Albert by and by got his last defeat, giving Moritz his death in
return. That was the finale of their comradeship. All things end,
and nothing ceases changing till it end.

He was by position originally on the Kaiser's side; had attained
great eminence, and done high feats of arms and generalship in his
service. But being a Protestant by creed, he changed after that
Schmalkaldic downfall (rout of Muhlberg, 24th April, 1547), which
brought Moritz an Electorate, and nearly cost Moritz's too
Protestant Cousin his life as well as lands. [Account of it in De
Wette, Lebensgeschichte der Herzoge zu Sachsen italic> (Weimar, 1770), pp. 32-35.] The victorious Kaiser growing
now very high in his ways, there arose complaints against him from
all sides, very loud from the Protestant side; and Moritz and
Albert took to arms, with loud manifestos and the other phenomena.

This was early in 1552, five years after Muhlberg Rout or Battle.
The there victorious Kaiser was now suddenly almost ruined; chased
like a partridge into the Innspruck Mountains,--could have been
caught, only Moritz would not; "had no cage to hold so big a
bird," he said. So the Treaty of Passau was made, and the Kaiser
came much down from his lofty ways. Famed TREATY OF PASSAU (22d
August, 1552), which was the finale of these broils, and hushed
them up for a Fourscore years to come. That was a memorable year
in German Reformation History.

Albert, meanwhile, had been busy in the interior of the country;
blazing aloft in Frankenland, his native quarter, with a success
that astonished all men. For seven months he was virtually King of
Germany; ransomed Bamberg, ransomed Wurzburg, Nurnberg (places he
had a grudge at); ransomed all manner of towns and places,--
especially rich Bishops and their towns, with VERBUM DIABOLI
sticking in them,--at enormous sums. King of the world for a brief
season;--must have had some strange thoughts to himself, had they
been recorded for us. A pious man, too; not in the least like
"Alcibiades," except in the sudden changes of fortune he
underwent. His Motto, or old rhymed Prayer, which he would repeat
on getting into the saddle for military work,--a rough rhyme of
his own composing,--is still preserved. Let us give it, with an
English fac-simile, or roughest mechanical pencil-tracing,--by way
of glimpse into the heart of a vanished Time and its Man-at-arms:
[Rentsch, p. 644.]

Das Walt der Herr Jesus Christ,
Mit dem Vater, der uber uns ist:
Wer starker ist als dieser Mann,
Der komm und thu' ein Leid mir an.

Guide it the Lord Jesus Christ, [Read "Chris" or "Chriz," for the
rhyme's sake.]
And the Father, who over us is:
He that is stronger than that Man, [Sic.]
Let him do me a hurt when he can.

He was at the Siege of Metz (end of that same 1552), and a
principal figure there. Readers have heard of the Siege of Metz:
How Henry II. of France fished up those "Three Bishoprics" (Metz,
Toul, Verdun, constituent part of Lorraine, a covetable fraction
of Teutschland) from the troubled sea of German things, by aid of
Moritz now KUR-SACHSEN, and of Albert; and would not throw them in
again, according to bargain, when Peace, the PEACE OF PASSAU came.
How Kaiser Karl determined to have them back before the year
ended, cost what it might; and Henry II. to keep them, cost what
it might. How Guise defended, with all the Chivalry of France;
and Kaiser Karl besieged, [19th October, 1552, and onwards.] with
an Army of 100,000 men, under Duke Alba for chief captain.
Siege protracted into midwinter; and the "sound of his cannon

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