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Prepared by D.R. Thompson



June-December, 1740.

Chapter I.


In Berlin, from Tuesday, 31st May, 1740, day of the late King's
death, till the Thursday following, the post was stopped and the
gates closed; no estafette can be despatched, though Dickens and
all the Ambassadors are busy writing. On the Thursday, Regiments,
Officers, principal Officials having sworn, and the new King being
fairly in the saddle, estafettes and post-boys shoot forth at the
top of their speed; and Rumor, towards every point of the compass,
apprises mankind what immense news there is. [Dickens (in State-
Paper Office), 4th June, 1740.]

A King's Accession is always a hopeful phenomenon to the public;
more especially a young King's, who has been talked of for his
talents and aspirings,--for his sufferings, were it nothing more,
--and whose ANTI-MACHIAVEL is understood to be in the press.
Vaguely everywhere there has a notion gone abroad that this young
King will prove considerable. Here at last has a Lover of
Philosophy got upon the throne, and great philanthropies and
magnanimities are to be expected, think rash editors and idle
mankind. Rash editors in England and elsewhere, we observe, are
ready to believe that Friedrich has not only disbanded the Potsdam
Giants; but means to "reduce the Prussian Army one half" or so,
for ease (temporary ease which we hope will be lasting) of parties
concerned; and to go much upon emancipation, political rose-water,
and friendship to humanity, as we now call it.

At his first meeting of Council, they say, he put this question,
"Could not the Prussian Army be reduced to 45,000?" The excellent
young man. To which the Council had answered, "Hardly, your
Majesty! The Julich-and-Berg affair is so ominous hitherto!"
These may be secrets, and dubious to people out of doors, thinks a
wise editor; but one thing patent to the day was this, surely
symbolical enough: On one of his Majesty's first drives to Potsdam
or from it, a thousand children,--in round numbers a thousand of
them, all with the RED STRING round their necks, and liable to be
taken for soldiers, if needed in the regiment of their Canton,--
"a thousand children met this young King at a turn of his road;
and with shrill unison of wail, sang out: "Oh, deliver us from
slavery,"--from the red threads, your Majesty. Why should poor we
be liable to suffer hardship for our Country or otherwise, your
Majesty! Can no one else be got to do it? sang out the thousand
children. And his Majesty assented on the spot, thinks the rash
editor. [ Gentleman's Magazine (London,
1740), x. 318; Newspapers, &c.] "Goose, Madam?" exclaimed a
philanthropist projector once, whose scheme of sweeping chimneys
by pulling a live goose down through them was objected to:
"Goose, Madam? You can take two ducks, then, if you are so sorry
for the goose!"--Rash editors think there is to be a reign of
Astraea Redux in Prussia, by means of this young King; and forget
to ask themselves, as the young King must by no means do, How far
Astraea may be possible, for Prussia and him?

At home, too, there is prophesying enough, vague hope enough,
which for most part goes wide of the mark. This young King, we
know, did prove considerable; but not in the way shaped out for
him by the public;--it was in far other ways! For no public in the
least knows, in such cases: nor does the man himself know, except
gradually and if he strive to learn. As to the public,--
"Doubtless," says a friend of mine, "doubtless it was the Atlantic
Ocean that carried Columbus to America; lucky for the Atlantic,
and for Columbus and us: but the Atlantic did not quite vote that
way from the first; nay ITS votes, I believe, were very various at
different stages of the matter!" This is a truth which kings and
men, not intending to be drift-logs or waste brine obedient to the
Moon, are much called to have in mind withal, from perhaps an
early stage of their voyage.

Friedrich's actual demeanor in these his first weeks, which is
still decipherable if one study well, has in truth a good deal of
the brilliant, of the popular-magnanimous; but manifests strong
solid quality withal, and a head steadier than might have been
expected. For the Berlin world is all in a rather Auroral
condition; and Friedrich too is,--the chains suddenly cut loose,
and such hopes opened for the young man. He has great things
ahead; feels in himself great things, and doubtless exults in the
thought of realizing them. Magnanimous enough, popular, hopeful
enough, with Voltaire and the highest of the world looking on:--
but yet he is wise, too; creditably aware that there are limits,
that this is a bargain, and the terms of it inexorable. We discern
with pleasure the old veracity of character shining through this
giddy new element; that all these fine procedures are at least
unaffected, to a singular degree true, and the product of nature,
on his part; and that, in short, the complete respect for Fact,
which used to be a quality of his, and which is among the highest
and also rarest in man, has on no side deserted him at present.

A trace of airy exuberance, of natural exultancy, not quite
repressible, on the sudden change to freedom and supreme power
from what had gone before: perhaps that also might be legible, if
in those opaque bead-rolls which are called Histories of Friedrich
anything human could with certainty be read! He flies much about
from place to place; now at Potsdam, now at Berlin, at
Charlottenburg, Reinsberg; nothing loath to run whither business
calls him, and appear in public: the gazetteer world, as we
noticed, which has been hitherto a most mute world, breaks out
here and there into a kind of husky jubilation over the great
things he is daily doing, and rejoices in the prospect of having a
Philosopher King; which function the young man, only twenty-eight
gone, cannot but wish to fulfil for the gazetteers and the world.
He is a busy man; and walks boldly into his grand enterprise of
"making men happy," to the admiration of Voltaire and an
enlightened public far and near.

Bielfeld speaks of immense concourses of people crowding about
Charlottenburg, to congratulate, to solicit, to &c.; tells us how
he himself had to lodge almost in outhouses, in that royal village
of hope, His emotions at Reinsberg, and everybody's, while
Friedrich Wilhelm lay dying, and all stood like greyhounds on the
slip; and with what arrow-swiftness they shot away when the great
news came: all this he has already described at wearisome length,
in his fantastic semi-fabulous way. [Bielfeld, i. 68-77; ib. 81.]'
Friedrich himself seemed moderately glad to see Bielfeld; received
his high-flown congratulations with a benevolent yet somewhat
composed air; and gave him afterwards, in the course of weeks, an
unexpectedly small appointment: To go to Hanover, under Truchsess
von Waldburg, and announce our Accession. Which is but a simple,
mostly formal service; yet perhaps what Bielfeld is best equal to.

The Britannic Majesty, or at least his Hanover people have been
beforehand with this civility; Baron Munchhausen, no doubt by
orders given for such contingency, had appeared at Berlin with the
due compliment and condolence almost on the first day of the New
Reign; first messenger of all on that errand; Britannic Majesty
evidently in a conciliatory humor,--having his dangerous Spanish
War on hand. Britannic Majesty in person, shortly after, gets
across to Hanover; and Friedrich despatches Truchsess, with
Bielfeld adjoined, to return the courtesy.

Friedrich does not neglect these points of good manners;
along with which something of substantial may be privately
conjoined. For example, if he had in secret his eye on Julich and
Berg, could anything be fitter than to ascertain what the French
will think of such an enterprise? What the French; and next to
them what the English, that is to say, Hanoverians, who meddle
much in affairs of the Reich. For these reasons and others he
likewise, probably with more study than in the Bielfeld case,
despatches Colonel Camas to make his compliment at the French
Court, and in an expert way take soundings there. Camas, a fat
sedate military gentleman, of advanced years, full of observation,
experience and sound sense,--"with one arm, which he makes do the
work of two, and nobody can notice that the other arm resting in
his coat-breast is of cork, so expert is he,"--will do in this
matter what is feasible; probably not much for the present. He is
to call on Voltaire, as he passes, who is in Holland again, at the
Hague for some months back; and deliver him "a little cask of
Hungary Wine," which probably his Majesty had thought exquisite.
Of which, and the other insignificant passages between them, we
hear more than enough in the writings and correspondences of
Voltaire about this time.

In such way Friedrich disposes of his Bielfelds; who are rather
numerous about him now and henceforth. Adventurers from all
quarters, especially of the literary type, in hopes of being
employed, much hovered round Friedrich through his whole reign.
But they met a rather strict judge on arriving; it cannot be said
they found it such a Goshen as they expected.

Favor, friendly intimacy, it is visible from the first, avails
nothing with this young King; beyond and before all things he will
have his work done, and looks out exclusively for the man ablest
to do it. Hence Bielfeld goes to Hanover, to grin out euphuisms,
and make graceful courtbows to our sublime little Uncle there.
On the other hand, Friedrich institutes a new Knighthood, ORDER OF
MERIT so called; which indeed is but a small feat, testifying mere
hope and exuberance as yet; and may even be made worse than
nothing, according to the Knights he shall manage to have.
Happily it proved a successful new Order in this last all-
essential particular; and, to the end of Friedrich's life,
continued to be a great and coveted distinction among
the Prussians.

Beyond doubt this is a radiant enough young Majesty; entitled to
hope, and to be the cause of hope. Handsome, to begin with;
decidedly well-looking, all say, and of graceful presence, though
hardly five feet seven, and perhaps stouter of limb than the
strict Belvedere standard. [Height, it appears, was five feet five
inches (Rhenish), which in English measure is five feet seven or a
hair's-breadth less. Preuss, twice over, by a mistake unusual with
him, gives "five feet two inches three lines" as the correct
cipher (which it is of NAPOLEON'S measure in FRENCH feet);
then settles on the above dimensions from unexceptionable
authority (Preuss, Buch fur Jedermann,
i. 18; Preuss, Fredrich der Grosse, i. 39
and 419).] Has a fine free expressive face; nothing of austerity
in it; not a proud face, or not too proud, yet rapidly flashing on
you all manner of high meanings. [Wille's Engraving after Pesne
(excellent, both Picture and Engraving) is reckoned the best
Likeness in that form.] Such a man, in the bloom of his years;
with such a possibility ahead, and Voltaire and mankind waiting
applausive!--Let us try to select, and extricate into coherence
and visibility out of those Historical dust-heaps, a few of the
symptomatic phenomena, or physiognomic procedures of Friedrich in
his first weeks of Kingship, by way of contribution to some
Portraiture of his then inner-man.


On the day after his Accession, Officers and chief Ministers
taking the Oath, Friedrich, to his Officers, "on whom he counts
for the same zeal now which he had witnessed as their comrade,"
recommends mildness of demeanor from the higher to the lower, and
that the common soldier be not treated with harshness when not
deserved: and to his Ministers he is still more emphatic, in the
like or a higher strain. Officially announcing to them, by Letter,
that a new Reign has commenced, he uses these words, legible soon
after to a glad Berlin public: "Our grand care will be, To further
the Country's well-being, and to make every one of our subjects
(EINEN JEDEN UNSERER UNTERTHANEN) contented and happy. Our will
is, not that you strive to enrich Us by vexation of Our subjects;
but rather that you aim steadily as well towards the advantage of
the Country as Our particular interest, forasmuch as We make no
difference between these two objects," but consider them one and
the same. This is written, and gets into print within the month;
and his Majesty, that same day (Wednesday, 2d June), when it came
to personal reception, and actual taking of the Oath, was pleased
to add in words, which also were printed shortly, this comfortable
corollary: "My will henceforth is, If it ever chance that my
particular interest and the general good of my Countries should
seem to go against each other,--in that case, my will is, That the
latter always be preferred." [Dickens, Despatch, 4th June, 1740:
Preuss, Friedrichs Jugend und Thronbesteigung italic> (Berlin, 1840), p. 325;--quoting from the Berlin
Newspapers of 28th June and 2d July, 1740.]

This is a fine dialect for incipient Royalty; and it is brand-
new at that time. It excites an admiration in the then
populations, which to us, so long used to it and to what commonly
comes of it, is not conceivable at once. There can be no doubt the
young King does faithfully intend to develop himself in the way of
making men happy; but here, as elsewhere, are limits which he will
recognize ahead, some of them perhaps nearer than was expected.

Meanwhile his first acts, in this direction, correspond to these
fine words. The year 1740, still grim with cold into the heart of
summer, bids fair to have a late poor harvest, and famine
threatens to add itself to other hardships there have been.
Recognizing the actualities of the case, what his poor Father
could not, he opens the Public Granaries,--a wise resource they
have in Prussian countries against the year of scarcity;--orders
grain to be sold out, at reasonable rates, to the suffering poor;
and takes the due pains, considerable in some cases, that this be
rendered feasible everywhere in his dominions. "Berlin, 2d June,"
is the first date of this important order; fine program to his
Ministers, which, we read, is no sooner uttered, than some
performance follows. An evident piece of wisdom and humanity;
for which doubtless blessings of a very sincere kind rise to him
from several millions of his fellow-mortals.

Nay furthermore, as can be dimly gathered, this scarcity
continuing, some continuous mode of management was set on foot for
the Poor; and there is nominated, with salary, with outline of
plan and other requisites, as "Inspector of the Poor," to his own
and our surprise, M. Jordan, late Reader to the Crown-Prince, and
still much the intimate of his royal Friend. Inspector who seems
to do his work very well. And in the November coming this is what
we see: "One thousand poor old women, the destitute of Berlin, set
to spin," at his Majesty's charges; vacant houses, hired for them
in certain streets and suburbs, have been new-planked,
partitioned, warmed; and spinning is there for any diligent female
soul. There a thousand of them sit, under proper officers, proper
wages, treatment;--and the hum of their poor spindles, and of
their poor inarticulate old hearts, is a comfort, if one chance to
think of it.--Of "distressed needlewomen" who cannot sew, nor be
taught to do it; who, in private truth, are mutinous maid-servants
come at last to the net upshot of their anarchies; of these, or of
the like incurable phenomena, I hear nothing in Berlin; and can
believe that, under this King, Indigence itself may still have
something of a human aspect, not a brutal or diabolic as is
commoner in some places.--This is one of Friedrich's first acts,
this opening of the Corn-magazines, and arrangements for the
Destitute; [ Helden-Geschichte, i. 367.
Rodenbeck, Tagebuch aus Friedrichs des Grossen
Regentenleben (Berlin, 1840), i. 2, 26 (2d June,
October, 1740): a meritorious, laborious, though essentially
chaotic Book, unexpectedly futile of result to the reader; settles
for each Day of Friedrich's Reign, so far as possible, where
Friedrich was and what doing; fatally wants all index &c., as
usual.] and of this there can be no criticism. The sound of hungry
pots set boiling, on judicious principles; the hum of those old
women's spindles in the warm rooms: gods and men are well pleased
to hear such sounds; and accept the same as part, real though
infinitesimally small, of the sphere-harmonies of this Universe!


Friedrich makes haste, next, to strike into Law-improvements.
It is but the morrow after this of the Corn-magazines, by
KABINETS-ORDRE (Act of Parliament such as they can have in that
Country, where the Three Estates sit all under one Three-cornered
Hat, and the debates are kept silent, and only the upshot of them,
more or less faithfully, is made public),--by Cabinet Order,
3d June, 1740, he abolishes the use of Torture in Criminal Trials.
[Preuss, Friedrichs Jugend und Thronbesteigung italic> (Berlin, 1840,--a minor Book of Preuss's), p. 340.
Rodenbeck, i. 14 ("3d June").] Legal Torture, "Question" as they
mildly call it, is at an end from this date. Not in any Prussian
Court shall a "question" try for answer again by that savage
method. The use of Torture had, I believe, fallen rather obsolete
in Prussia; but now the very threat of it shall vanish,--the
threat of it, as we may remember, had reached Friedrich himself,
at one time. Three or four years ago, it is farther said, a dark
murder happened in Berlin: Man killed one night in the open
streets; murderer discoverable by no method,--unless he were a
certain CANDIDATUS of Divinity to whom some trace of evidence
pointed, but who sorrowfully persisted in absolute and total
denial. This poor Candidatus had been threatened with the rack;
and would most likely have at length got it, had not the real
murderer been discovered,--much to the discredit of the rack in
Berlin. This Candidatus was only threatened; nor do I know when
the last actual instance in Prussia was; but in enlightened
France, and most other countries, there was as yet no scruple upon
it. Barbier, the Diarist at Paris, some time after this, tells us
of a gang of thieves there, who were regularly put to the torture;
and "they blabbed too, ILS ONT JASE," says Barbier with official
jocosity. [Barbier, Journal Historique du Regne de Louis
XV. (Paris, 1849), ii. 338 (date "Dec. 1742").]

Friedrich's Cabinet Order, we need not say, was greeted
everywhere, at home and abroad, by three rounds of applause;--in
which surely all of us still join; though the PER CONTRA also is
becoming visible to some of us, and our enthusiasm grows less
complete than formerly. This was Friedrich's first step in Law-
Reform, done on his fourth day of Kingship. A long career in that
kind lies ahead of him; in reform of Law, civil as well as
criminal, his efforts ended with life only. For his love of
Justice was really great; and the mendacities and wiggeries,
attached to such a necessary of life as Law, found no favor from
him at any time.


To neglect the Philosophies, Fine Arts, interests of Human
Culture, he is least of all likely. The idea of building up the
Academy of Sciences to its pristine height, or far higher, is
evidently one of those that have long lain in the Crown-Prince's
mind, eager to realize themselves. Immortal Wolf, exiled but safe
at Marburg, and refusing to return in Friedrich Wilhelm's time,
had lately dedicated a Book to the Crown-Prince; indicating that
perhaps, under a new Reign, he might be more persuadable.
Friedrich makes haste to persuade; instructs the proper person,
Reverend Herr Reinbeck, Head of the Consistorium at Berlin, to
write and negotiate. "All reasonable conditions shall be granted"
the immortal Wolf,--and Friedrich adds with his own hand as
Postscript: "I request you (IHN) to use all diligence about Wolf.
A man that seeks truth, and loves it, must be reckoned precious in
any human society; and I think you will make a conquest in the
realm of truth if you persuade Wolf hither again." [In
OEuvres de Frederic (xxvii. ii. 185), the Letter
given.] This is of date June 6th; not yet a week since Friedrich
came to be King. The Reinbeck-Wolf negotiation which ensued can be
read in Busching by the curious. [Busching's Beitrage
(? Freiherr von Wolf), i. 63-137.] It represents to
us a croaky, thrifty, long-headed old Herr Professor, in no haste
to quit Marburg except for something better: "obliged to wear
woollen shoes and leggings;" "bad at mounting stairs;" and
otherwise needing soft treatment. Willing, though with caution, to
work at an Academy of Sciences;--but dubious if the French are so
admirable as they seem to themselves in such operations.
Veteran Wolf, one dimly begins to learn, could himself build a
German Academy of Sciences, to some purpose, if encouraged!
This latter was probably the stone of stumbling in that direction.
Veteran Wolf did not get to be President in the New Academy of
Sciences; but was brought back, "streets all in triumph," to his
old place at Halle; and there, with little other work that was
heard of, but we hope in warm shoes and without much mounting of
stairs, lived peaceably victorious the rest of his days.
Friedrich's thoughts are not of a German home-built Academy, but
of a French one: and for this he already knows a builder;
has silently had him in his eye, these two years past,--Voltaire
giving hint, in the LETTER we once heard of at Loo. Builder shall
be that sublime Maupertuis; scientific lion of Paris, ever since
his feat in the Polar regions, and the charming Narrative he gave
of it. "What a feat, what a book!" exclaimed the Parisian
cultivated circles, male and female, on that occasion;
and Maupertuis, with plenty of bluster in him carefully
suppressed, assents in a grandly modest way. His Portraits are in
the Printshops ever since; one very singular Portrait, just coming
out (at which there is some laughing): a coarse-featured,
blusterous, rather triumphant-looking man, blusterous, though
finely complacent for the nonce; in copious dressing-gown and fur
cap; comfortably SQUEEZING the Earth and her meridians flat (as if
HE had done it), with his left hand; and with the other, and its
outstretched finger, asking mankind, "Are not you aware, then?"--
"Are not we!" answers Voltaire by and by, with endless waggeries
upon him, though at present so reverent. Friedrich, in these same
days, writes this Autograph; which who of men or lions
could resist?


(No date;--datable, June, 1740.)

"My heart and my inclination excited in me, from the moment I
mounted the throne, the desire of having you here, that you might
put our Berlin Academy into the shape you alone are capable of
giving it. Come, then, come and insert into this wild crab-tree
the graft of the Sciences, that it may bear fruit. You have shown
the Figure of the Earth to mankind; show also to a King how sweet
it is to possess such a man as you.

"Monsieur de Maupertuis,--votre tres-affectionne

[ OEuvres, xvii. i. 334. The fantastic
"Federic," instead of "Frederic," is, by this time, the common
signature to French Letters.]

This Letter--how could Maupertuis prevent some accident in such a
case?--got into the Newspapers; glorious for Friedrich, glorious
for Maupertuis; and raised matters to a still higher pitch.
Maupertuis is on the road, and we shall see him before long.


Here is another little fact which had immense renown at home and
abroad, in those summer months and long afterwards.

June 22d, 1740, the GEISTLICHE DEPARTEMENT (Board of Religion, we
may term it) reports that the Roman-Catholic Schools, which have
been in use these eight years past, for children of soldiers
belonging to that persuasion, "are, especially in Berlin,
perverted, directly in the teeth of Royal Ordinance, 1732, to
seducing Protestants into Catholicism;" annexed, or ready for
annexing, "is the specific Report of Fiscal-General to this
effect:"--upon which, what would it please his Majesty to direct
us to do?

His Majesty writes on the margin these words, rough and ready,
which we give with all their grammatical blotches on them;
indicating a mind made up on one subject, which was much more
dubious then, to most other minds, than it now is:--

"Die Religionen Musen (MUSSEN) alle Tollerirt (TOLERIRT) werden,
und Mus (MUSS) der Fiscal nuhr (NUR) das Auge darauf haben, das
(DASS) keine der andern abrug Tuhe (ABBRUCH THUE), den (DENN) hier
mus (MUSS) ein jeder nach seiner Fasson Selich (FACON SELIG)
werden." [Preuss, Thronbesteigung, p. 333;
Rodenbeck, IN DIE.

Which in English might run as follows:--

"All Religions must be tolerated (TOLLERATED), and the Fiscal must
have an eye that none of them make unjust encroachment on the
other; for in this Country every man must get to Heaven in his
own way."

Wonderful words; precious to the then leading spirits, and which
(the spelling and grammar being mended) flew abroad over all the
world: the enlightened Public everywhere answering his Majesty,
once more, with its loudest "Bravissimo!" on this occasion.
With what enthusiasm of admiring wonder, it is now difficult to
fancy, after the lapse of sixscore years! And indeed, in regard to
all these worthy acts of Human Improvement which we are now
concerned with, account should be held (were it possible) on
Friedrich's behalf how extremely original, and bright with the
splendor of new gold, they then were: and how extremely they are
fallen dim, by general circulation, since that. Account should be
held; and yet it is not possible, no human imagination is adequate
to it, in the times we are now got into.


Toleration, in Friedrich's spiritual circumstances, was perhaps no
great feat to Friedrich: but what the reader hardly expected of
him was Freedom of the Press, or an attempt that way!
From England, from Holland, Friedrich had heard of Free Press, of
Newspapers the best Instructors: it is a fact that he hastens to
plant a seed of that kind at Berlin; sets about it "on the second
day of his reign," so eager is he. Berlin had already some meagre
INTELLIGENZ-BLATT (Weekly or Thrice-Weekly Advertiser), perhaps
two; but it is a real Newspaper, frondent with genial leafy
speculation, and food for the mind, that Friedrich is intent upon:
a "Literary-Political Newspaper," or were it even two Newspapers,
one French, one German; and he rapidly makes the arrangements for
it; despatches Jordan, on the second day, to seek some fit
Frenchman. Arrangements are soon made: a Bookselling Printer,
Haude, Bookseller once to the Prince-Royal,--whom we saw once in a
domestic flash-of-lightning long ago, [Antea, Book vi. c. 7.]--is
encouraged to proceed with the improved German article, MERCURY or
whatever they called it; vapid Formey, a facile pen, but not a
forcible, is the Editor sought out by Jordan for the French one.
And, in short, No. 1 of Formey shows itself in print within a
month; ["2d July, 1740:" Preuss, Thronbesteigung, italic> p. 330; and Formey, Souvenirs,
i. 107, rectified by the exact Herr Preuss.] and Haude and he,
Haude picking up some grand Editor in Hamburg, do their best for
the instruction of mankind.

In not many months, Formey, a facile and learned but rather vapid
gentleman, demitted or was dismissed; and the Journals coalesced
into one, or split into two again; and went I know not what road,
or roads, in time coming,--none that led to results worth naming.
Freedom of the Press, in the case of these Journals, was never
violated, nor was any need for violating it. General Freedom of
the Press Friedrich did not grant, in any quite Official or steady
way; but in practice, under him, it always had a kind of real
existence, though a fluctuating, ambiguous one. And we have to
note, through Friedrich's whole reign, a marked disinclination to
concern himself with Censorship, or the shackling of men's poor
tongues and pens; nothing but some officious report that there was
offence to Foreign Courts, or the chance of offence, in a poor
man's pamphlet, could induce Friedrich to interfere with him or
it,--and indeed his interference was generally against his
Ministers for having wrong informed him, and in favor of the poor
Pamphleteer appealing at the fountain-head. [Anonymous (Laveaux),
Vie de Frederic II., Roi de Prusse
(Strasbourg, 1787), iv. 82. A worthless, now nearly forgotten
Book; but competent on this point, if on any; Laveaux (a handy
fellow, fugitive Ex-Monk, with fugitive Ex-Nun attached) having
lived much at Berlin, always in the pamphleteering line.]
To the end of his life, disgusting Satires against him,
Vie Privee by Voltaire, Matinees du
Roi de Prusse, and still worse Lies and Nonsenses,
were freely sold at Berlin, and even bore to be printed there,
Friedrich saying nothing, caring nothing. He has been known to
burn Pamphlets publicly,--one Pamphlet we shall ourselves see on
fire yet;--but it was without the least hatred to them, and for
official reasons merely. To the last, he would answer his
reporting Ministers, "LE PRESSE EST LIBRE (Free press, you must
consider)!"--grandly reluctant to meddle with the press, or go
down upon the dogs barking at his door. Those ill effects of Free
Press (first stage of the ill effects) he endured in this manner;
but the good effects seem to have fallen below his expectation.
Friedrich's enthusiam for freedom of the press, prompt enough, as
we see, never rose to the extreme pitch, and it rather sank than
increased as he continued his experiences of men and things.
This of Formey and the two Newspapers was the only express attempt
he made in that direction; and it proved a rather disappointing
one. The two Newspapers went their way thenceforth, Friedrich
sometimes making use of them for small purposes, once or twice
writing an article himself, of wildly quizzical nature, perhaps to
be noticed by us when the time comes; but are otherwise, except
for chronological purposes, of the last degree of insignificance
to gods or men.

"Freedom of the Press," says my melancholic Friend, "is a noble
thing; and in certain Nations, at certain epochs, produces
glorious effects,--chiefly in the revolutionary line, where that
has grown indispensable. Freedom of the Press is possible, where
everybody disapproves the least abuse of it; where the
'Censorship' is, as it were, exercised by all the world. When the
world (as, even in the freest countries, it almost irresistibly
tends to become) is no longer in a case to exercise that salutary
function, and cannot keep down loud unwise speaking, loud unwise
persuasion, and rebuke it into silence whenever printed, Freedom
of the Press will not answer very long, among sane human
creatures: and indeed, in Nations not in an exceptional case, it
becomes impossible amazingly soon!"--

All these are phenomena of Friedrich's first week. Let these
suffice as sample, in that first kind. Splendid indications
surely; and shot forth in swift enough succession, flash following
flash, upon an attentive world. Betokening, shall we say, what
internal sea of splendor, struggling to disclose itself, probably
lies in this young King; and how high his hopes go for mankind and
himself? Yes, surely;--and introducing, we remark withal, the "New
Era," of Philanthropy, Enlightenment and so much else; with French
Revolution, and a "world well suicided" hanging in the rear!
Clearly enough, to this young ardent Friedrich, foremost man of
his Time, and capable of DOING its inarticulate or dumb aspirings,
belongs that questionable honor; and a very singular one it would
have seemed to Friedrich, had he lived to see what it meant!

Friedrich's rapidity and activity, in the first months of his
reign, were wonderful to mankind; as indeed through life he
continued to be a most rapid and active King. He flies about;
mustering Troops, Ministerial Boards, passing Edicts, inspecting,
accepting Homages of Provinces;--decides and does, every day that
passes, an amazing number of things. Writes many Letters, too;
finds moments even for some verses; and occasionally draws a
snatch of melody from his flute.

His Letters are copiously preserved; but, as usual, they are in
swift official tone, and tell us almost nothing. To his Sisters he
writes assurances; to his friends, his Suhms, Duhans, Voltaires,
eager invitations, general or particular, to come to him.
"My state has changed," is his phrase to Voltaire and other dear
intimates; a tone of pensiveness, at first even of sorrow and
pathos traceable in it; "Come to me,"--and the tone, in an old
dialect, different from Friedrich's, might have meant, "Pray for
me." An immense new scene is opened, full of possibilities of good
and bad. His hopes being great, his anxieties, the shadow of them,
are proportionate. Duhan (his good old Tutor) does arrive,
Algarotti arrives, warmly welcomed, both: with Voltaire there are
difficulties; but surely he too will, before long, manage to
arrive. The good Suhm, who had been Saxon Minister at Petersburg
to his sorrow this long while back, got in motion soon enough;
but, alas, his lungs were ruined by the Russian climate, and he
did not arrive. Something pathetic still in those final LETTERS of
Suhm. Passionately speeding on, like a spent steed struggling
homeward; he has to pause at Warsaw, and in a few days dies
there,--in a way mournful to Friedrich and us! To Duhan, and
Duhan's children afterwards, he was punctually, not too lavishly,
attentive; in like manner to Suhm's Nephews, whom the dying man
had recommended to him.--We will now glance shortly at a second
and contemporaneous phasis of Friedrich's affairs.


Friedrich is far indeed from thinking to reduce his Army, as the
Foreign Editor imagines. On the contrary, he is, with all
industry, increasing it. He changed the Potsdam Giants into four
regiments of the usual stature; he is busy bargaining with his
Brother-in-law of Brunswick, and with other neighbors, for still
new regiments;--makes up, within the next few months, Eight
Regiments, an increase of, say, 16,000 men. It would appear he
means to keep an eye on the practicalities withal; means to have a
Fighting-Apparatus of the utmost potentiality, for one thing.!
Here are other indications.

We saw the Old Dessauer, in a sad hour lately, speaking beside the
mark; and with what Olympian glance, suddenly tearless, the new
King flashed out upon him, knowing nothing of "authority" that
could reside in any Dessauer. Nor was that a solitary experience;
the like befell wherever needed. Heinrich of Schwedt, the Ill
Margraf, advancing with jocose countenance in the way of old
comradeship, in those first days, met unexpected rebuff, and was
reduced to gravity on the sudden: "JETZT BIN ICH KONIG,--My
Cousin, I am now King!" a fact which the Ill Margraf could never
get forgotten again. Lieutenant-General Schulenburg, too, the
didactic Schulenburg, presuming, on old familiarity, and willing
to wipe out the misfortune of having once condemned us to death,
which nobody is now upbraiding him with, rushes up from Landsberg,
unbidden, to pay his congratulations and condolences, driven by
irresistible exuberance of loyalty: to his astonishment, he is
reminded (thing certain, manner of the thing not known), That an
Officer cannot quit his post without order; that he, at this
moment, ought to be in Landsberg! [Stenzel, iv. 41; Preuss,
Thronbesteigung; &c.] Schulenburg has a hard
old military face; but here is a young face too, which has grown
unexpectedly rigorous. Fancy the blank look of little Schulenburg;
the light of him snuffed out in this manner on a sudden. It is
said he had thoughts of resigning, so indignant was he: no doubt
he went home to Landsberg gloomily reflective, with the pipe-clay
of his mind in such a ruinous condition. But there was no
serious anger, on Friedrich's part; and he consoled his little
Schulenburg soon after, by expediting some promotion he had
intended him. "Terribly proud young Majesty this," exclaim the
sweet voices. And indeed, if they are to have a Saturnian Kingdom,
by appearance it will be on conditions only!

Anticipations there had been, that old unkindnesses against the
Crown-Prince, some of which were cruel enough, might be remembered
now: and certain people had their just fears, considering what
account stood against them; others, VICE VERSA, their hopes.
But neither the fears nor the hopes realized themselves;
especially the fears proved altogether groundless. Derschau, who
had voted Death in that Copenick Court-Martial, upon the Crown-
Prince, is continued in his functions, in the light of his King's
countenance, as if nothing such had been. Derschau, and all others
so concerned; not the least question was made of them, nor of what
they had thought or had done or said, on an occasion once so
tragically vital to a certain man.

Nor is reward much regulated by past services to the Crown-Prince,
or even by sufferings endured for him. "Shocking ingratitude.!"
exclaim the sweet voices here too,--being of weak judgment, many
of them! Poor Katte's Father, a faithful old Soldier, not capable
of being more, he does, rather conspicuously, make Feldmarschall,
make Reichsgraf; happy, could these honors be a consolation to the
old man. The Munchows of Custrin,--readers remember their kindness
in that sad time; how the young boy went into petticoats again,
and came to the Crown-Prince's cell with all manner of
furnishings,--the Munchows, father and sons, this young gentleman
of the petticoats among them, he took immediate pains to reward by
promotion: eldest son was advanced into the General Directorium;
two younger sons, to Majorship, to Captaincy, in their respective
Regiments; him of the petticoats "he had already taken altogether
to himself," [Preuss, i. 66.] and of him we shall see a glimpse at
Wilhelmina's shortly, as a "milkbeard (JEUNE MORVEUX)" in personal
attendance on his Majesty. This was a notable exception. And in
effect there came good public service, eminent some of it, from
these Munchows in their various departments. And it was at length
perceived to have been, in the main, because they were of visible
faculty for doing work that they had got work to do; and the
exceptional case of the Munchows became confirmatory of the rule.

Lieutenant Keith, again, whom we once saw galloping from Wesel to
save his life in that bad affair of the Crown-Prince's and his,
was nothing like so fortunate. Lieutenant Keith, by speed on that
Wesel occasion, and help of Chesterfield's Secretary, got across
to England; got into the Portuguese service; and has there been
soldiering, very silently, these ten years past,--skin and body
safe, though his effigy was cut in four quarters and nailed to the
gallows at Wesel;--waiting a time that would come. Time being
come, Lieutenant Keith hastened home; appealed to his effigy on
the gallows;--and was made a Lieutenant-Colonel merely, with some
slight appendages, as that of STALLMEISTER (Curator of the
Stables) and something else; income still straitened, though
enough to live upon. [Preuss, Friedrich mit Verwandten
und Freunden, p. 281.] Small promotion, in comparison
with hope, thought the poor Lieutenant; but had to rest satisfied
with it; and struggle to understand that perhaps he was fit for
nothing bigger, and that he must exert himself to do this small
thing well. Hardness of heart in high places! Friedrich, one is
glad to see, had not forgotten the poor fellow, could he have done
better with him. Some ten years hence, quite incidentally, there
came to Keith, one morning, a fine purse of money from his
Majesty, one pretty gift in Keith's experience;--much the topic in
Berlin, while a certain solemn English gentleman happened to be
passing that way (whom we mean to detain a little by and by), who
reports it for us with all the circumstances. [Sir Jonas Hanway,
Travels, &c. (London, 1753), ii. 202.
Date of the Gift is 1750.]

Lieutenant Spaen too had got into trouble for the Crown-Prince's
sake, though we have forgotten him again; had "admitted Katte to
interviews," or we forget what;--had sat his "year in Spandau" in
consequence; been dismissed the Prussian service, and had taken
service with the Dutch. Lieutenant Spaen either did not return at
all, or disliked the aspects when he did, and immediately withdrew
to Holland again. Which probably was wise of him. At a late
period, King Friedrich, then a great King, on one of his Cleve
Journeys, fell in with Spaen; who had become a Dutch General of
rank, and was of good manners and style of conversation:
King Friedrich was charmed to see him; became his guest for the
night; conversed delightfully with him, about old Prussian matters
and about new; and in the colloquy never once alluded to that
interesting passage in his young life and Spaen's. [Nicolai,
Anekdoten, vi. 178.] Hard as polished steel!
thinks Spaen perhaps; but, if candid, must ask himself withal, Are
facts any softer, or the Laws of Kingship to a man that holds it?
--Keith silently did his Lieutenant-Colonelcy with the appendages,
while life lasted: of the Page Keith, his Brother, who indeed had
blabbed upon the Prince, as we remember, and was not entitled to
be clamorous, I never heard that there was any notice taken;
and figure him to myself as walking with shouldered firelock, a
private Fusileer, all his life afterwards, with many reflections
on things bygone. [These and the other Prussian Keiths are all of
Scotch extraction; the Prussians, in natural German fashion,
pronounce their name KAH-IT (English "KITE" with nothing of the Y
in it), as may be worth remembering in a more important instance.]

Old friendship, it would seem, is without weight in public
appointments here: old friends are somewhat astonished to find
this friend of theirs a King every inch! To old comrades, if they
were useless, much more if they were worse than useless, how
disappointing! "One wretched Herr [name suppressed, but known at
the time, and talked of, and whispered of], who had, like several
others, hoping to rise that way, been industrious in encouraging
the Crown-Prince's vices as to women, was so shocked at the return
he now met, that in despair he hanged himself in LobeJun"
(Lobegun, Magdeburg Country): here is a case for the humane!
[Kuster, Characterzuge des &c. von Saldern
(Berlin, 1793), p. 63.]

Friend Keyserling himself, "Caesarion" that used to be, can get
nothing, though we love him much; being an idle topsy-turvy fellow
with revenues of his own. Jordan, with his fine-drawn wit, French
logics, LITERARY TRAVELS, thin exactitude; what can be done for
Jordan? Him also his new Majesty loves much; and knows that,
without some official living, poor Jordan has no resource.
Jordan, after some waiting and survey, is made "Inspector of the
Poor;"--busy this Autumn looking out for vacant houses, and
arrangements for the thousand spinning women;--continues to be
employed in mixed literary services (hunting up of Formey, for
Editor, was one instance), and to be in much real intimacy.
That also was perhaps about the real amount of amiable Jordan.
To get Jordan a living by planting him in some office which he
could not do; to warm Jordan by burning our royal bed for him:
that had not entered into the mind of Jordan's royal friend.
The Munchows he did promote; the Finks, sons of his Tutor
Finkenstein: to these and other old comrades, in whom he had
discovered fitness, it is no doubt abundantly grateful to him to
recognize and employ it. As he notably does, in these and in other
instances. But before all things he has decided to remember that
he is King; that he must accept the severe laws of that trust, and
do IT, or not have done anything.

An inverse sign, pointing in the same way, is the passionate
search he is making in Foreign Countries for such men as will suit
him. In these same months, for example, he bethinks him of two
Counts Schmettau, in the Austrian Service, with whom he had made
acquaintance in the Rhine Campaign; of a Count von Rothenburg,
whom he saw in the French Camp there; and is negotiating to have
them if possible. The Schmettaus are Prussian by birth, though in
Austrian Service; them he obtains under form of an Order home,
with good conditions under it; they came, and proved useful men
to him. Rothenburg, a shining kind of figure in Diplomacy as well
as Soldiership, was Alsatian German, foreign to Prussia; but him
too Friedrich obtained, and made much of, as will be notable by
and by. And in fact the soul of all these noble tendencies in
Friedrich, which surely are considerable, is even this, That he
loves men of merit, and does not love men of none; that he has an
endless appetite for men of merit, and feels, consciously and
otherwise, that they are the one thing beautiful, the one thing
needful to him.

This, which is the product of all fine tendencies, is likewise
their centre or focus out of which they start again, with some
chance of fulfilment;--and we may judge in how many directions
Friedrich was willing to expand himself, by the multifarious kinds
he was inviting, and negotiating for. Academicians,--and not
Maupertuis only, but all manner of mathematical geniuses (Euler
whom he got, 's Gravesande, Muschenbroek whom he failed of);
and Literary geniuses innumerable, first and last. Academicians,
Musicians, Players, Dancers even; much more Soldiers and Civil-
Service men: no man that carries any honest "CAN DO" about with
him but may expect some welcome here. Which continued through
Friedrich's reign; and involved him in much petty trouble, not
always successful in the lower kinds of it. For his Court was the
cynosure of ambitious creatures on the wing, or inclined for
taking wing: like a lantern kindled in the darkness of the world;
--and many owls impinged upon him; whom he had to dismiss
with brevity.

Perhaps it had been better to stand by mere Prussian or German
merit, native to the ground? Or rather, undoubtedly it had!
In some departments, as in the military, the administrative,
diplomatic, Friedrich was himself among the best of judges: but in
various others he had mainly (mainly, by no means blindly or
solely) to accept noise of reputation as evidence of merit; and in
these, if we compute with rigor, his success was intrinsically not
considerable. The more honor to him that he never wearied of
trying. "A man that does not care for merit," says the adage,
"cannot himself have any." But a King that does not care for
merit, what shall we say of such a King!--


One other fine feature, significant of many, let us notice:
his affection for his Mother. When his Mother addressed him as
"Your Majesty," he answered, as the Books are careful to tell us:
"Call me Son; that is the Title of all others most agreeable to
me!" Words which, there can be no doubt, came from the heart.
Fain would he shoot forth to greatness in filial piety, as
otherwise; fain solace himself in doing something kind to his
Mother. Generously, lovingly; though again with clear view of the
limits. He decrees for her a Title higher than had been customary,
as well as more accordant with his feelings; not "Queen Dowager,"
but "Her Majesty the Queen Mother." He decides to build her a new
Palace; "under the Lindens" it is to be, and of due magnificence:
in a month or two, he had even got bits of the foundation dug,
and the Houses to be pulled down bought or bargained for;
[Rodenbeck, p. 15 (30th June-23d Aug. 1740); and correct Stenzel
(iv. 44).]--which enterprise, however, was renounced, no doubt
with consent, as the public aspects darkened. Nothing in the way
of honor, in the way of real affection heartily felt and
demonstrated, was wanting to Queen Sophie in her widowhood.
But, on the other hand, of public influence no vestige was
allowed, if any was ever claimed; and the good kind Mother lived
in her Monbijou, the centre and summit of Berlin society;
and restricted herself wisely to private matters. She has her
domesticities, family affections, readings, speculations;
gives evening parties at Monbijou. One glimpse of her in 1742 we
get, that of a perfectly private royal Lady; which though it has
little meaning, yet as it is authentic, coming from Busching's
hand, may serve as one little twinkle in that total darkness, and
shall be left to the reader and his fancy:--

A Count Henkel, a Thuringian gentleman, of high speculation, high
pietistic ways, extremely devout, and given even to writing of
religion, came to Berlin about some Silesian properties,--a man I
should think of lofty melancholic aspect; and, in severe type,
somewhat of a lion, on account of his Book called "DEATH-BED
SCENES, in four Volumes." Came to Berlin; and on the 15th August,
1742, towards evening (as the ever-punctual Busching looking into
Henkel's Papers gives it), "was presented to the Queen Mother;
who retained him to supper; supper not beginning till about ten
o'clock. The Queen Mother was extremely gracious to Henkel;
but investigated him a good deal, and put a great many questions,"
not quite easy to answer in that circle, "as, Why he did not play?
What he thought of comedies and operas? What Preachers he was
acquainted with in Berlin? Whether he too was a Writer of Books?
[covertly alluding to the DEATH-BED SCENES, notes Busching].
And abundance of other questioning. She also recounted many
fantastic anecdotes (VIEL ABENTEUERLICHES) about Count von
Zinzendorf [Founder of HERNNHUTH, far-shining spiritual Paladin of
that day, whom her Majesty thinks rather a spiritual Quixote]; and
declared that they were strictly true." [Busching's
Beitrage, iv. 27.]' Upon which, EXIT Henkel, borne by
Busching, and our light is snuffed out.

This is one momentary glance I have met with of Queen Sophie in
her Dowager state. The rest, though there were seventeen years of
it in all, is silent to mankind and me; and only her death, and
her Son's great grief about it, so great as to be surprising, is
mentioned in the Books.

Actual painful sorrow about his Father, much more any new outburst
of weeping and lamenting, is not on record, after that first
morning. Time does its work; and in such a whirl of occupations,
sooner than elsewhere: and the loved Dead lie silent in their
mausoleum in our hearts,--serenely sad as Eternity, not in loud
sorrow as of Time. Friedrich was pious as a Son, however he might
be on other heads. To the last years of his life, as from the
first days of his reign, it was evident in what honor he held
Friedrich Wilhelm's memory; and the words "my Father," when they
turned up in discourse, had in that fine voice of his a tone which
the observers noted. "To his Mother he failed no day, when in
Berlin, however busy, to make his visit; and he never spoke to
her, except hat in hand."

With his own Queen, Friedrich still consorts a good deal, in these
first times; is with her at Charlottenburg, Berlin, Potsdam,
Reinsberg, for a day or two, as occasion gives; sometimes at
Reinsberg for weeks running, in the intervals of war and business:
glad to be at rest amid his old pursuits, by the side of a kind
innocent being familiar to him. So it lasts for a length of time.
But these happy intervals, we can remark, grow rarer: whether the
Lady's humor, as they became rarer, might not sink withal, and
produce an acceleration in the rate of decline? She was thought to
be capable of "pouting (FAIRE LA FACHEE)," at one period! We are
left to our guesses; there is not anywhere the smallest whisper to
guide us. Deep silence reigns in all Prussian Books.--To feel or
to suspect yourself neglected, and to become MORE amiable
thereupon (in which course alone lies hope), is difficult for any
Queen! Enough, we can observe these meetings, within two or three
years, have become much rarer; and perhaps about the end of the
third or fourth year, they altogether cease; and pass merely into
the formal character. In which state they continued fixed, liable
to no uncertainty; and were transacted, to the end of Friedrich's
life, with inflexible regularity as the annual reviews were.
This is a curious section of his life; which there will be other
opportunities of noticing. But there is yet no thought of it
anywhere, nor for years to come; though fables to the contrary
were once current in Books. [Laveaux, &c.]


In the old mode of Administration, in the Ministries, Government
Boards, he made no change. These administrative methods of his
wise Father's are admirable to Friedrich, who knows them well;
and they continue to be so. These men of his Father's, them also
Friedrich knows, and that they were well chosen. In methods or in
men, he is inclined to make the minimum of alteration at present.
One Finance Hofrath of a projecting turn, named Eckart, who had
abused the last weak years of Friedrich Wilhelm, and much
afflicted mankind by the favor he was in: this Eckart Friedrich
appointed a commission to inquire into; found the public right in
regard to Eckart, and dismissed him with ignominy, not with much
other punishment. Minister Boden, on the contrary, high in the
Finance Department, who had also been much grumbled at, Friedrich
found to be a good man: and Friedrich not only retained Boden, but
advanced him; and continued to make more and more use of him in
time coming. His love of perfection in work done, his care of
thrift, seemed almost greater than his late Father's had been,--to
the disappointment of many. In the other Departments, Podewils,
Thulmeyer and the rest went on as heretofore;--only in general
with less to do, the young King doing more himself than had been
usual. Valori, "MON GROS VALORI (my fat Valori)," French Minister
here, whom we shall know better, writes home of the new King of
Prussia: "He begins his government, as by all appearance he will
carry it on, in a highly satisfactory way: everywhere traits of
benevolence, sympathy for his subjects, respect shown to the
memory of the Deceased," [Memoires des Negociations du
Marquis de Valori (a Paris, 1820), i. 20 ("June 13th,
1740"). A valuable Book, which we shall often have to quote:
edited in a lamentably ignorant manner.]--no change made, where it
evidently is not for the better.

Friedrich's "Three principal Secretaries of State," as we should
designate them, are very remarkable. Three Clerks he found, or had
known of, somewhere in the Public Offices; and now took, under
some advanced title, to be specially his own Private Clerks:
three vigorous long-headed young fellows, "Eichel, Schuhmacher,
Lautensack" the obscure names of them; [Rodenbeck, 15th June,
1740.] out of whom, now and all along henceforth, he got
immensities of work in that kind. They lasted all his life;
and, of course, grew ever more expert at their function.
Close, silent; exact as machinery: ever ready, from the smallest
clear hint, marginal pencil-mark, almost from a glance of the eye,
to clothe the Royal Will in official form, with the due rugged
clearness and thrift of words. "Came punctually at four in the
morning in summer, five in winter;" did daily the day's work;
and kept their mouths well shut. A very notable Trio of men;
serving his Majesty and the Prussian Nation as Principal
Secretaries of State, on those cheap terms;--nay almost as Houses
of Parliament with Standing Committees and appendages, so many
Acts of Parliament admittedly rather wise, being passed daily by
his Majesty's help and theirs!--Friedrich paid them rather well;
they saw no society; lived wholly to their work, and to their own
families. Eichel alone of the three was mentioned at all by
mankind, and that obscurely; an "abstruse, reserved, long-headed
kind of man;" and "made a great deal of money in the end,"
insinuates Busching, [ Beitrage, no friend of Friedrich's or his.

In superficial respects, again, Friedrich finds that the Prussian
King ought to have a King's Establishment, and maintain a decent
splendor among his neighbors,--as is not quite the case at
present. In this respect he does make changes. A certain quantity
of new Pages, new Goldsticks; some considerable, not too
considerable, new furbishing of the Royal Household,--as it were,
a fair coat of new paint, with gilding not profuse,--brought it to
the right pitch for this King, About "a hundred and fifty" new
figures of the Page and Goldstick kind, is the reckoning given.
[ Helden Geschichte, i. 353.] So many of
these; and there is an increase of 16,000 to one's Army going on:
that is the proportion noticeable. In the facts as his Father left
them Friedrich persisted all his life; in the semblances or outer
vestures he changed, to this extent for the present.--These are
the Phenomena of Friedrich's Accession, noted by us.

Readers see there is radiance enough, perhaps slightly in excess,
but of intrinsically good quality, in the Aurora of this new
Reign. A brilliant valiant young King; much splendor of what we
could call a golden or soft nature (visible in those "New-Era"
doings of his, in those strong affections to his Friends); and
also, what we like almost better in him, something of a STEEL-
BRIGHT or stellar splendor (meaning, clearness of eyesight,
intrepidity, severe loyalty to fact),--which is a fine addition to
the softer element, and will keep IT and its philanthropies and
magnanimities well under rule. Such a man is rare in this world;
how extremely rare such a man born King! He is swift and he is
persistent; sharply discerning, fearless to resolve and perform;
carries his great endowments lightly, as if they were not heavy to
him. He has known hard misery, been taught by stripes; a light
stoicism sits gracefully on him.

"What he will grow to?" Probably to something considerable.
Very certainly to something far short of his aspirations;
far different from his own hopes; and the world's concerning him.
It is not we, it is Father Time that does the controlling and
fulfilling of our hopes; and strange work he makes of them and us.
For example, has not Friedrich's grand "New Era," inaugurated by
him in a week, with the leading spirits all adoring, issued since
in French Revolution and a "world well suicided,"--the leading
spirits much thrown out in consequence! New Era has gone to great
lengths since Friedrich's time; and the leading spirits do not now
adore it, but yawn over it, or worse! Which changes to us the then
aspect of Friedrich, and his epoch and his aspirations, a good
deal.--On the whole, Friedrich will go his way, Time and the
leading spirits going theirs; and, like the rest of us, will grow
to what he can. His actual size is not great among the Kingdoms:
his outward resources are rather to be called small. The Prussian
Dominion at that date is, in extent, about four-fifths of an
England Proper, and perhaps not one-fifth so fertile:
subject Population is well under Two Millions and a Half; Revenue
not much above One Million Sterling,' [The exact statistic cipher
is, at Friedrich's Accession: PRUSSIAN TERRITORIES, 2,275 square
miles German (56,875 English); POPULATION, 2,240,000; ANNUAL
REVENUE, 7,371,707 thalers 7 groschen (1,105,756 pounds without
the pence). See Prenss, Buch fur Jedermann,
i. 49; Stenzel, iii. 692; &c.]--very small, were not thrift such

This young King is magnanimous; not much to be called ambitious,
or not in the vulgar sense almost at all,--strange as it may sound
to readers. His hopes at this time are many;--and among them,
I perceive, there is not wanting secretly, in spite of his
experiences, some hope that he himself may be a good deal
"happier" than formerly. Nor is there any ascetic humor, on his
part, to forbid trial. He is much determined to try.
Probably enough, as we guess and gather, his agreeablest
anticipations, at this time, were of Reinsberg: How, in the
intervals of work well done, he would live there wholly to the
Muses; have his chosen spirits round him, his colloquies, his
suppers of the gods. Why not? There might be a King of Intellects
conceivable withal; protecting, cherishing, practically guiding
the chosen Illuminative Souls of this world. A new Charlemagne,
the smallest new Charlemagne of Spiritual type, with HIS Paladins
round him; how glorious, how salutary in the dim generations now
going!--These too were hopes which proved signally futile.
Rigorous Time could not grant these at all;--granted, in his own
hard way, other things instead. But, all along, the Life-element,
the Epoch, though Friedrich took it kindly and never complained,
was ungenial to such a man.

"Somewhat of a rotten Epoch, this into which Friedrich has been
born, to shape himself and his activities royal and other!"--
exclaims Smelfungus once: "In an older earnest Time, when the
eternally awful meanings of this Universe had not yet sunk into
dubieties to any one, much less into levities or into mendacities,
into huge hypocrisies carefully regulated,--so luminous, vivid and
ingenuous a young creature had not wanted divine manna in his
Pilgrimage through Life. Nor, in that case, had he come out of it
in so lean a condition. But the highest man of us is born brother
to his Contemporaries; struggle as he may, there is no escaping
the family likeness. By spasmodic indignant contradiction of them,
by stupid compliance with them,--you will inversely resemble, if
you do not directly; like the starling, you can't get out!--Most
surely, if there do fall manna from Heaven, in the given
Generation, and nourish in us reverence and genial nobleness day
by day, it is blessed and well. Failing that, in regard to our
poor spiritual interests, there is sure to be one of two results:
mockery, contempt, disbelief, what we may call SHORT-DIET to the
length of very famine (which was Friedrich's case); or else slow-
poison, carefully elaborated and provided by way of
daily nourishment.

"Unhappy souls, these same! The slow-poison has gone deep into
them. Instead of manna, this long while back, they have been
living on mouldy corrupt meats sweetened by sugar-of-lead;
or perhaps, like Voltaire, a few individuals prefer hunger, as the
cleaner alternative; and in contemptuous, barren, mocking humor,
not yet got the length of geniality or indignation, snuff the
east-wind by way of spiritual diet. Pilgriming along on such
nourishment, the best human soul fails to become very ruddy!--
Tidings about Heaven are fallen so uncertain, but the Earth and
her joys are still Interesting: 'Take to the Earth and her joys;--
let your soul go out, since it must; let your five senses and
their appetites be well alive.' That is a dreadful 'Sham-Christian
Dispensation' to be born under! You wonder at the want of heroism
in the Eighteenth Century. Wonder rather at the degree of heroism
it had; wonder how many souls there still are to be met with in it
of some effective capability, though dieting in that way,--nothing
else to be had in the shops about. Carterets, Belleisles,
Friedrichs, Voltaires; Chathams, Franklins, Choiseuls: there is an
effective stroke of work, a fine fire of heroic pride, in this man
and the other; not yet extinguished by spiritual famine or slow-
poison; so robust is Nature the mighty Mother!--

"But in general, that sad Gospel, 'Souls extinct, Stomachs well
alive!' is the credible one, not articulately preached, but
practically believed by the abject generations, and acted on as it
never was before. What immense sensualities there were, is known;
and also (as some small offset, though that has not yet begun in
1740) what immense quantities of Physical Labor and contrivance
were got out of mankind, in that Epoch and down to this day.
As if, having lost its Heaven, it had struck desperately down into
the Earth; as if it were a BEAVER-kind, and not a mankind any
more. We had once a Barbaossa; and a world all grandly true.
But from that to Karl VI., and HIS Holy Romish Reich in such a
state of 'Holiness'--!" I here cut short my abstruse Friend.

Readers are impatient to have done with these miscellaneous
preludings, and to be once definitely under way, such a Journey
lying ahead. Yes, readers; a Journey indeed! And, at this point,
permit me to warn you that, where the ground, where Dryasdust and
the Destinies, yield anything humanly illustrative of Friedrich
and his Work, one will have to linger, and carefully gather it,
even as here. Large tracts occur, bestrewn with mere pedantisms,
diplomatic cobwebberies, learned marine-stores, and inhuman
matter, over which we shall have to skip empty-handed: this also
was among the sad conditions of our Enterprise, that it has to go
now too slow and again too fast; not in proportion to natural
importance of objects, but to several inferior considerations
withal. So busy has perverse Destiny been on it; perverse Destiny,
edacious Chance;--and the Dryasdusts, too, and Nightmares, in
Prussia as elsewhere, we know how strong they are!

Friedrich's character in old age has doubtless its curious
affinities, its disguised identities, with these prognostic
features and indications of his youth: and to our readers,--if we
do ever get them to the goal, of seeing Friedrich a little with
their own eyes and judgments,--there may be pleasant contrasts and
comparisons of that kind in store, one day. But the far commoner
experience (which also has been my own),--here is Smelfungus's
stern account of that:--

"My friend, you will be luckier than I, if, after ten years, not
to say, in a sense, twenty years, thirty years, of reading and
rummaging in those sad Prussian Books, ancient and new (which
often are laudably authentic, too, and exact as to details), you
can gather any character whatever of Friedrich, in any period of
his life, or conceive him as a Human Entity at all! It is strange,
after such thousand-fold writing, but it is true, his History is
considerably unintelligible to mankind at this hour; left chaotic,
enigmatic, in a good many points,--the military part of it alone
being brought to clearness, and rendered fairly conceivable and
credible to those who will study. And as to the Man himself, or
what his real Physiognomy can have been--! Well, it must be owned
few men were of such RAPIDITY of face and aspect; so difficult to
seize the features of. In his action, too, there was such
rapidity, such secrecy, suddenness: a man that could not be read,
even by the candid, except as in flashes of lightning. And then
the anger of by-standers, uncandid, who got hurt by him; the hasty
malevolences, the stupidities, the opacities: enough, in modern
times, what is saying much, perhaps no man's motives, intentions,
and procedure have been more belied, misunderstood,
misrepresented, during his life. Nor, I think, since that, have
many men fared worse, by the Limner or Biographic class, the
favorable to him and the unfavorable; or been so smeared of and
blotched of, and reduced to a mere blur and dazzlement of cross-
lights, incoherences, incredibilities, in which nothing, not so
much as a human nose, is clearly discernible by way of feature!"--
Courage, reader, nevertheless; on the above terms let us march
according to promise.

Chapter II.


Young Friedrich, as his Father had done, considers it unnecessary
to be crowned. Old Friedrich, first of the name, and of the King
series, we did see crowned, with a pinch of snuff tempering the
solemnities. That Coronation once well done suffices all his
descendants hitherto. Such an expense of money,--of diluted
mendacity too! Such haranguing, gesturing, symbolic fugling, all
grown half false:--avoid lying, even with your eyes, or knees, or
the coat upon your back, so far as you easily can!

Nothing of Coronation: but it is thought needful to have the
HULDIGUNGEN (Homagings) done, the Fealties sworn; and the young
Majesty in due course goes about, or gives directions, now here
now there, in his various Provinces, getting that accomplished.
But even in that, Friedrich is by no means strait-laced or
punctilious; does it commonly by Deputy: only in three places,
Konigsberg, Berlin, Cleve, does he appear in person. Mainly by
deputy; and always with the minimum of fuss, and no haranguing
that could be avoided. Nowhere are the old STANDE (Provincial
Parliaments) assembled, now or afterwards: sufficient for this and
for every occasion are the "Permanent Committees of the STANDE;"
nor is much speaking, unessential for despatch of business, used
to these.

"STANDE--of Ritterschaft mainly, of Gentry small and great--
existed once in all those Countries, as elsewhere," says one
Historian; "and some of them, in Preussen, for example, used to be
rather loud, and inclined to turbulence, till the curb, from a
judicious bridle-hand, would admonish them. But, for a long while
past,--especially since the Great Elector's time, who got an
'Excise Law' passed, or the foundations of a good Excise Law laid;
[Preuss, iv. 432; and Thronbesteigung,
pp. 379-383.] and, what with Excise, what with Domain-Farms, had a
fixed Annual Budget, which he reckoned fair to both parties,--they
have been dying out for want of work; and, under Friedrich
Wilhelm, may be said to have gone quite dead. What work was left
for them? Prussian Budget is fixed, many things are fixed:
why talk of them farther? The Prussian King, nothing of a fool
like certain others,"--which indeed is the cardinal point, though
my Author does not say so,--"is respectfully aware of the facts
round him; and can listen to the rumors too, so far as he finds
good. The King sees himself terribly interested to get into the
right course in all things, and avoid the wrong one! Probably he
does, in his way, seek 'wise Advice concerning the arduous matters
of the Kingdom;' nay I believe he is diligent to have it of the
wisest:--who knows if STANDE would always give it wiser;
especially STANDE in the haranguing condition?"--Enough, they are
not applied to. There is no Freedom in that Country. "No Freedom
to speak of," continues he: "but I do a little envy them their
Fixed Budget, and some other things. What pleasure there can be in
having your household arrangements tumbled into disorder every new
Year, by a new-contrived scale of expenses for you, I never could

Friedrich is not the man to awaken Parliamentary sleeping-dogs
well settled by his Ancestors. Once or twice, out of Preussen, in
Friedrich Wilhelm's time, there was heard some whimper, which
sounded like the beginning of a bark. But Friedrich Wilhelm was on
the alert for it: Are you coming in with your NIE POZWALAM (your
LIBERUM VETO), then? None of your Polish vagaries here. "TOUT LE
PAYS SERA RUINE (the whole Country will be ruined)," say you?
(Such had been the poor Marshal or Provincial SPEAKER'S
Remonstrance on one occasion): "I don't believe a word of that.
But I do believe the Government by JUNKERS [Country Squires] and
NIE POZWALAM will be ruined,"--as it is fully meant to be! "I am
establishing the King's Sovereignty like a rock of bronze (ICH
extremely strong kind of rock! [Forster, b. iii.
( Urkundenbuch, i. 50); Preuss, iv. 420 n.
"NIE POZWALAM" (the formula of LIBERUM VETO) signifies "I Don't
Permit!"] This was one of Friedrich Wilhelm's marginalia in
response to such a thing; and the mutinous whimper died out again.
Parliamentary Assemblages are sometimes Collective Wisdoms, but
by no means always so. In Magdeburg we remember what trouble
Friedrich Wilhelm had with his unreasonable Ritters.
Ritters there, in their assembled capacity, had the Reich behind
them, and could not be dealt with like Preussen: but Friedrich
Wilhelm, by wise slow methods, managed Magdeburg too, and reduced
it to silence, or to words necessary for despatch of business.

In each Province, a Permanent Committee--chosen, I suppose, by
King and Knights assenting; chosen I know not how, but admitted to
be wisely chosen--represents the once Parliament or STANDE; and
has its potency for doing good service in regard to all Provincial
matters, from roads and bridges upwards, and is impotent to do the
least harm. Roads and bridges, Church matters, repartition of the
Land-dues, Army matters,--in fact they are an effective non-
haranguing Parliament, to the King's Deputy in every such
Province; well calculated to illuminate and forward his subaltern
AMTmen and him. Nay, we observe it is oftenest in the way of gifts
and solacements that the King articulately communicates with these
Committees or their Ritterschafts. Projects for Draining of Bogs,
for improved Highways, for better Husbandry; loans granted them,
Loan-Banks established for the Province's behoof:--no need of
parliamentary eloquence on such occasions, but of something
far different.

It is from this quiescent, or busy but noiseless kind of STANDE
and Populations that Friedrich has his HULDIGUNG to take;--and the
operation, whether done personally or by deputy, must be an
abundantly simple one. He, for his part, is fortunate enough to
find everywhere the Sovereignty ESTABLISHED; "rock of bronze" not
the least shaken in his time. He will graciously undertake, by
Written Act, which is read before the STANDE, King or King's
Deputy witnessing there, "To maintain the privileges" of his
STANDE and Populations; the STANDE answer, on oath, with lifted
hand, and express invocation of Heaven, That they will obey him as
true subjects; And so--doubtless with something of dining
superadded, but no whisper of it put on record--the HULDIGUNG will
everywhere very quietly transact itself.

The HULDIGUNG itself is nothing to us, even with Friedrich there,
--as at Konigsberg, Berlin, Cleve, the three exceptional places.
To which, nevertheless, let us briefly attend him, for the sake of
here and there some direct glimpse we may get of the then
Friedrich's actual physiognomy and ways. Other direct view, or the
chance of such, is not conceded us out of those sad Prussian
Books; which are very full on this of the HULDIGUNG, if silent on
so many other points. [Preuss, Thronbesteigung, italic> p. 382.]


To Konigsberg is his first excursion on this errand. Preussen has
perhaps, or may be suspected of having, some remnants of sour
humors left in it, and remembrances of STANDE with haranguings and
even mutinies: there if anywhere the King in person may do good on
such an occasion, He left Berlin, July 7th, bound thitherward;
here is Note of that first Royal Tour,--specimen of several
hundreds such, which he had to do in the course of the next
forty-five years.

"Friend Algarotti, charming talker, attended him; who else,
official and non-official, ask not. The Journey is to be
circuitous; to combine various businesses, and also to have its
amusements. They went by Custrin; glancing at old known Country,
which is at its greenest in this season. By Custrin, across the
Neumark, into Pommern; after that by an intricate winding route;
reviewing regiments, inspecting garrisons, now here now there;
doing all manner of inspections; talking I know not what; oftenest
lodging with favored Generals, if it suited. Distance to
Konigsberg, by the direct road, is about 500 miles; by this
winding one, it must have been 800: Journey thither took nine days
in all. Obliquely through Pommern, almost to the coast of the
Baltic; their ultimatum there a place called Coslin, where they
reviewed with strictness,--omitting Colberg, a small Sea-Fortress
not far rearward, time being short. Thence into West-Preussen,
into Polish Territory, and swiftly across that; keeping Dantzig
and its noises wide enough to the left: one night in Poland;
and the next they are in Ost-Preussen, place called Liebstadt,--
again on home-ground, and diligently reviewing there.

"The review at Liebstadt is remarkable in this, That the
regiments, one regiment especially, not being what was fit, a
certain Grenadier-Captain got cashiered on the spot; and the old
Commandant himself was soon after pensioned, and more gently sent
his ways. So strict is his Majesty. Contrariwise, he found
Lieutenant-General von Katte's Garrison, at Angerburg, next day,
in a very high perfection; and Colonel Posadowsky's regiment
specially so; with which latter gentleman he lodged that night,
and made him farther happy by the ORDER OF MERIT: Colonel
Posadowsky, Garrison of Angerburg, far off in East-Preussen,
Chevalier of the Order of Merit henceforth, if we ever meet him
again. To the good old Lieutenant-General von Katte, who no doubt
dined with them, his Majesty handed, on the same occasion, a
Patent of Feldmarschall;--intends soon to make him Graf; and did
it, as readers know. Both Colonel and General attended him
thenceforth, still by a circuitous route, to Konigsberg, to assist
in the solemnities there. By Gumbinnen, by Trakehnen,--the Stud of
Trakehnen: that also his Majesty saw, and made review of;
not without emotion, we can fancy, as the sleek colts were trotted
out on those new terms! At Trakehnen, Katte and the Colonel would
be his Majesty's guests, for the night they stayed. This is their
extreme point eastward; Konigsberg now lies a good way west of
them. But at Trakehnen they turn; and, Saturday, 16th July, 1740,
after another hundred miles or so, along the pleasant valley of
the Pregel, get to Konigsberg: ready to begin business on Monday
morning,--on Sunday if necessary." [From Preuss,
Thronbesteigung, pp. 382, 385; Rodenbeck, p. 16; &c.]

On Sunday there did a kind of memorability occur: The HULDIGUNGS-
PREDIGT (Homage Sermon)--by a reverend Herr Quandt, chief Preacher
there. Which would not be worth mentioning, except for this
circumstance, that his Majesty exceedingly admired Quandt, and
thought him a most Demosthenic genius, and the best of all the
Germans. Quandt's text was in these words: "Thine are we,
David, and on thy side, thou Son of Jesse; Peace, peace be unto
thee, and peace be to thine helpers; for thy God helpeth thee."
[ First Chronicles, xii. 18.]
Quandt began, in a sonorous voice, raising his face with
respectful enthusiasm to the King, "Thine are we, O Friedrich, and
on thy side, thou Son of Friedrich Wilhelm;" and so went on:
sermon brief, sonorous, compact, and sticking close to its text.
Friedrich stood immovable, gazing on the eloquent Demosthenic
Quandt, with admiration heightened by surprise;--wrote of Quandt
to Voltaire; and, with sustained enthusiasm, to the Public long
afterwards; and to the end of his days was wont to make Quandt an
exception, if perhaps almost the only one, from German barbarism,
and disharmony of mind and tongue. So that poor Quandt cannot ever
since get entirely forgotten, but needs always to be raked up
again, for this reason when others have ceased: an almost
melancholy adventure for poor Quandt and Another!--

The HULDIGUNG was rather grand; Harangue and Counter-harangue
permitted to the due length, and proper festivities following:
but the STANDE could not manage to get into vocal covenanting or
deliberating at all; Friedrich before leaving Berlin had answered
their hint or request that way, in these words: "We are likewise
graciously inclined to give to the said STANDE, before their
Homaging, the same assurance which they got from our Herr Father's
Majesty, who is now with God,"--general assurance that their, and
everybody's, "Rights shall be maintained [as we see they are],--
with which, it is hoped (HOFFENTLICH), they will be content, and
get to peace upon this matter (SICH DABEI BERUHIGEN WERDEN)."
[Preuss, Thronbesteigung, p. 380.] It will
be best for them!

Friedrich gave away much corn here; that is, opened his Corn-
Granaries, on charitable terms, and took all manner of measures,
here as in other places, for relief of the scarcity there was.
Of the illuminations, never so grand, the reader shall hear
nothing. A "Torch-Procession of the Students" turned out a pretty
thing:--Students marching with torches, with fine wind-music,
regulated enthusiasm, fine succinct address to his Majesty;
and all the world escorting, with its "Live Forever!" Friedrich
gave the Students "a TRINK-GELAG (Banquet of Liquors)," how
arranged I do not know: and to the Speaker of the Address, a
likely young gentleman with VON to his name, he offered an
Ensigncy of Foot ("in Camas's Fusileer Regiment,"--Camas now gone
to Paris, embassying), which was joyfully accepted.
Joyfully accepted;--and it turned out well for all parties;
the young gentleman having risen, where merit was the rule of
rising, and become Graf and Lieutenant-General, in the course of
the next fifty years. [Preuss, Thronbesteigung, italic> p. 387.]

Huldigung and Torch-Procession over, the Royal Party dashed
rapidly off, next morning (21st July), homewards by the shortest
route; and, in three days more, by Frankfurt-on-Oder (where a
glimpse of General Schwerin, a favorite General, was to be had),
were safe in Berlin; received with acclamation, nay with
"blessings and even tears" some say, after this pleasant
Fortnight's Tour. General Schwerin, it is rumored, will be made
Feldmarschall straightway, the Munchows are getting so promoted as
we said; edicts are coming out, much business speeding forward,
and the tongues of men keep wagging.

Berlin HULDIGUNG--and indeed, by Deputy, that of nearly all the
other Towns--was on Tuesday, August 2d. At Berlin his Majesty was
present in the matter: but, except the gazing multitudes, and
hussar regiments, ranked in the Schloss-Platz and streets
adjoining, there was little of notable in it; the upholstery
arrangements thrifty in the extreme. His Majesty is prone to
thrift in this of the Huldigung, as would appear; perhaps
regarding the affair as scenic merely. Here, besides this of
Berlin, is another instance just occurring. It appears, the
Quedlinburg people, shut out from the light of the actual Royal
Countenance, cannot do their Homaging by Deputy, without at least
a Portrait of the King and of the Queen: How manage? asks the
Official Person. "Have a Couple of Daubs done in Berlin, three
guineas apiece; send them these," answers the King! [ "On
doit faire barbouiller de mauvaises copies a Berlin, la piece a 20
ecus. {end italic>--FR." Preuss, ii. ( Urkundenbuch, italic> s. 222).]

Here in the Berlin Schloss, scene the Large Hall within doors,
there is a "platform raised three steps; and on this, by way of a
kind of throne, an arm-chair covered with old black velvet;" the
whole surmounted by a canopy also of old black velvet: not a
sublime piece of upholstery; but reckoned adequate.
Friedrich mounted the three steps; stood before the old chair, his
Princes standing promiscuously behind it; his Ritters in quantity,
in front and to right and left, on the floor. Some Minister of the
Interior explains suitably, not at too great length, what they are
met for; some junior Official, junior but of quality, responded
briefly, for himself and his order, to the effect, "Yea, truly:"
the HULDIGUNGENS-URKUNDE (Deed of Homage) was then read by the
proper Clerk, and the Ritters all swore; audibly, with lifted
hands. This is the Ritter Huldigung.

His Majesty then steps out to the Balcony, for Oath and Homage of
the general Population. General population gave its oath, and
"three great shouts over and above." "ES LEBE DER KONIG!" thrice,
with all their throats. Upon which a shower of Medals, "Homage-
Medals," gold and silver (quantity not mentioned) rained down upon
them, in due succession; and were scrambled for, in the usual way.
"His Majesty," they write, and this is perhaps the one point worth
notice, "his Majesty, contrary to custom and to etiquette,
remained on the Balcony, some time after the ceremony, perhaps a
full half-hour;"--silent there, "with his look fixed attentively
on the immeasurable multitude before the Schloss; and seemed sunk
in deep reflection (BETRACHTUNG):"--an almost awfully eloquent
though inarticulate phenomenon to his Majesty, that of those
multitudes scrambling and huzzaing there! [Preuss,
Thronbesteigung, p. 389.]

These, with the Cleve one, are all the Hornagings Friedrich was
personally present at; the others he did by Deputy, all in one day
(2d August); and without fuss. Scenic matters these; in which,
except where he can, as in the Konigsberg case, combine
inspections and grave businesses with them, he takes no interest.
However, he is now, for the sake chiefly of inspections and other
real objects, bent on a Journey to Cleve;--the fellow of that to
Konigsberg: Konigsberg, Preussen, the easternmost outlying wing of
his long straggling Dominions; and then Cleve-Julich, its
counterpart on the southwestern side,--there also, with such
contingencies hanging over Cleve-Julich, it were proper to make
some mustering of the Frontier garrisons and affairs. [In regard
to the Day of HULDIGUNG at Cleve, which happily is not of the
least moment to us, Preuss ( Thronbesteigung,
p, 390) and Helden-Geschichte, (i. 423) seem
to be in flat contradiction.] His Majesty so purposes: and we
purpose again to accompany,--not for inspection and mustering, but
for an unexpected reason. The grave Journey to Cleve has an
appendage, or comic side-piece, hanging to it; more than one
appendage; which the reader must not miss!--Before setting out,
read these two Fractions, snatched from the Diplomatist Wastebag;
looking well, we gain there some momentary view of Friedrich on
the business side. Of Friedrich, and also of Another:--

Sunday, 14th August, 1740, Dickens, who has been reporting
hitherto in a favorable, though in a languid exoteric manner, not
being in any height of favor, England or he,--had express Audience
of his Majesty; being summoned out to Potsdam for that end:
"Sunday evening, about 7 P.M."--Majesty intending to be off on the
Cleve Journey to-morrow. Let us accompany Dickens. Readers may
remember, George II. has been at Hanover for some weeks past;
Bielfeld diligently grinning euphemisms and courtly graciosities
to him; Truchsess hinting, on opportunity, that there are perhaps
weighty businesses in the rear; which, however, on the Britannic
side, seem loath to start. Britannic Majesty is much at a loss
about his Spanish War, so dangerous for kindling France and the
whole world upon him. In regard to which Prussia might be so
important, for or against.--This, in compressed form, is what
Dickens witnesses at Potsdam that Sunday evening from 7 P.M.:--

"Audience lasted above an hour: King turned directly upon
business; wishes to have 'Categorical Answers' as to Three Points
already submitted to his Britannic Majesty's consideration.
Clear footing indispensable between us. What you want of me? say
it, and be plain. What I want of you is, These three things:--
"1. Guarantee for Julich and Berg. All the world knows WHOSE
these Duchies are. Will his Britannic Majesty guarantee me there?
And if so, How, and to what lengths, will he proceed about it?
"2. Settlement about Ost-Friesland. Expectancy of Ost-Friesland
soon to fall heirless, which was granted me long since, though
Hanover makes hagglings, counter-claimings: I must have some
Settlement about that.
"3. The like about those perplexities in Mecklenburg.
No difficulty there if we try heartily, nor is there such pressing
haste about it.

"These are my three claims on England; and I will try to serve
England as far in return, if it will tell me how. 'Ah, beware of
throwing yourself into the arms of France!' modestly suggests
Dickens.--'Well, if France will guarantee me those Duchies, and
you will not do anything?' answers his Majesty with a fine laugh:
'England I consider my most natural friend and ally; but I must
know what there is to depend on there. Princes are ruled by their
interest; cannot follow their feelings. Let me have an explicit
answer; say, at Wesel, where I am to be on the 24th,'" ten days
hence. Britannic Majesty is at Hanover, and can answer within that
time. "This he twice told me, 'Wesel, 24th,' in the course of our
interview. Permit me to recommend the matter to your Lordship,"--
my Lord Harrington, now attending the Britannic Majesty.

"During the whole audience," adds Dickens, "the King was in
extreme good humor; and not only heard with attention all the
considerations I offered, but was not the least offended at any
objections I made to what he said. It is undoubtedly the best way
to behave with frankness to him." These last are Dickens's own
words; let them modestly be a memorandum to your Lordship.
This King goes himself direct to the point; and
straightforwardness, as a primary condition, will profit your
Lordship with him. [Dickens (in State-Paper Office, 17th
August, 1740).]

Most true advice, this;--and would perhaps be followed, were it
quite easy! But things are very complicated. And the Britannic
Majesty, much plagued with Spanish War and Parliamentary noises in
that unquiet Island, is doubtless glad to get away to Hanover for
a little; and would fain be on holiday in these fine rural months.
Which is not well possible either. Jenkins's Ear, rising at last
like a fiery portent, has kindled the London Fog over yonder, in a
strange way, and the murky stagnancy is all getting on fire;
the English intent, as seldom any Nation was, to give the
Spaniards an effectual beating. Which they hope they can,--though
unexpected difficulties will occur. And, in the mean while, what
a riddle of potentialities for his poor Majesty to read, and pick
his way from!--

Bielfeld, in spite of all this, would fain be full of admiration
for the Britannic Majesty. Confesses he is below the middle size,
in fact a tiny little creature, but then his shape is perfect;
leg much to be commended,--which his Majesty knows, standing
always with one leg slightly advanced, and the Order of the Garter
on it, that mankind may take notice. Here is Bielfeld's
description faithfully abridged:--

"Big blue eyes, perhaps rather of parboiled character, though
proud enough; eyes flush with his face or more, rather IN RELIEF
than on a level with it,"--A FLEUR DE TETE, after the manner of a
fish, if one might say so, and betokening such an intellect behind
them! "Attitude constrained, leg advanced in that way;
his courtiers call it majestic. Biggish mouth, strictly shut in
the crescent or horse-shoe form (FERMEE EN CROISSANT); curly wig
(A NOEUDS, reminding you of lamb's-wool, color not known);
eyebrows, however, you can see are ashy-blond; general tint is
fundamentally livid; but when in good case, the royal skin will
take tolerably bright colors (PREND D'ASSEZ BELLES COULEURS).
As to the royal mind and understanding, what shall Bielfeld say?
That his Majesty sometimes makes ingenious and just remarks, and
is laudably serious at all times, and can majestically hold his
tongue, and stand with advanced leg, and eyes rather more than
flush. Sense of his dignity is high, as it ought to be; on great
occasions you see pride and a kind of joy mantling in the royal
countenance. Has been known to make explosions, and to be very
furious to Prince Fred and others, when pricked into:--but, my
friend, what mortal is exempt from failings? Majesty reads the
English Newspapers every morning in bed, which are often biting.
Majesty has his Walmoden, a Hanoverian Improper Female, Countess
of Yarmouth so called; quiet, autumnal, fair complexioned, stupid;
who is much a comfort to him. She keeps out of mischief, political
or other; and gives Bielfeld a gracious nod now and then."
[Bielfeld, i. 158.] Harrington is here too;--and Britannic Majesty
and he are busy governing the English Nation on these terms.--
We return now to the Prussian Majesty.

About six weeks after that of Dickens,--Cleve Journey and much
else now ended,--Praetorius the Danish Envoy, whom we slightly
knew at Reinsberg once, gives this testimony; writing home to an
Excellency at Copenhagen, whose name we need not inquire into:--

"To give your Excellency a just idea of the new Government here,
I must observe that hitherto the King of Prussia does as it were
everything himself; and that, excepting the Finance Minister von
Boden, who preaches frugality, and finds for that doctrine
uncommon acceptance, almost greater even than in the former reign,
his Majesty allows no counselling from any Minister; so that Herr
von Podewils, who is now the working hand in the department of
Foreign Affairs, has nothing given him to do but to expedite the
orders he receives from the Cabinet, his advice not being asked
upon any matter; and so it is with the other Ministers.
People thought the loss of Herr von Thulmeyer," veteran Foreign
Minister whom we have transiently heard of in the Double-Marriage
time, and perhaps have even seen at London or elsewhere, [Died 4th
August (Rodenbeck, p. 20).] "would be irreparable; so expert was
he, and a living archive in that business: however, his post seems
to have vanished with himself. His salary is divided between Herr
von Podewils," whom the reader will sometimes hear of again,
"Kriegsrath (Councillor of War) von Ilgen," son of the old
gentleman we used to know, "and Hofrath Sellentin who is RENDANT
OF THE LEGATIONS-KASSE" (Ambassadors' Paymaster, we could guess,
Ambassador Body having specialty of cash assigned it, comparable
with the specialty of value received from it, in this strict
frugal Country),--neither of which two latter names shall the
reader be troubled with farther. "A good many resolutions, and
responses by the King, I have seen: they combine laconic
expression with an admirable business eye (GESCHAFTSBLICK).
Unhappily,"--at least for us in the Diplomatic line, for your
Excellency and me unhappily,--"there is nobody about the King who
possesses his complete confidence, or whom we can make use of in
regard to the necessary introductions and preliminary movements.
Hereby it comes that,--as certain things can only be handled with
cautious foresight and circumlocution, and in the way of beginning
wide,--an Ambassador here is more thrown out of his course than in
any other Court; and knows not, though his object were steadily in
sight, what road to strike into for getting towards it." [Preuss,
Thronbesteigung, p. 377 (2d October, 1740).]

Chapter III.


King Friedrich did not quite keep his day at Wesel; indeed this
24th was not the first day, but the last of several, he had
appointed to himself for finis to that Journey in the Cleve
Countries; Journey rather complex to arrange. He has several
businesses ahead in those parts; and, as usual, will group them
with good judgment, and thrift of time. Not inspections merely,
but amusements, meetings with friends, especially French friends:
the question is, how to group them with skill, so that the
necessary elements may converge at the right moment, and one shot
kill three or four birds. This is Friedrich's fine way,
perceptible in all these Journeys. The French friends, flying each
on his own track, with his own load of impediments, Voltaire with
his Madame for instance, are a difficult element in such problem;
and there has been, and is, much scheming and corresponding about
it, within the last month especially.

Voltaire is now at Brussels, with his Du Chatelet, prosecuting
that endless "lawsuit with the House of Honsbruck,"--which he, and
we, are both desirous to have done with. He is at the Hague, too,
now and then; printing, about to print, the ANTI-MACHIAVEL;
corresponding, to right and left, quarrelling with Van Duren the
Printer; lives, while there, in the VIEILLE COUR, in the vast
dusky rooms with faded gilding, and grand old Bookshelves "with
the biggest spider-webs in Europe." Brussels is his place for Law-
Consultations, general family residence; the Hague and that old
spider-web Palace for correcting Proof-sheets; doing one's own
private studies, which we never quite neglect. Fain would
Friedrich see him, fain he Friedrich; but there is a divine
Emilie, there is a Maupertuis, there are--In short, never were
such difficulties, in the cooking of an egg with water boiling;
and much vain correspondence has already been on that subject, as
on others equally extinct. Correspondence which is not pleasant
reading at this time; the rather as no reader can, without endless
searching, even understand it. Correspondence left to us, not in
the cosmic, elucidated or legible state; left mainly as the
Editorial rubbish-wagons chose to shoot it; like a tumbled quarry,
like the ruins of a sacked city;--avoidable by readers who are not
forced into it! [Herr Preuss's edition ( OEuvres de
Frederic, vols. xxi. xxii. xxiii.) has come out since
the above was written: it is agreeably exceptional; being, for the
first time, correctly printed, and the editor himself having
mostly understood it,--though the reader still cannot, on the
terms there allowed.] Take the following select bricks as sample,
which are of some use; the general Heading is,

KING FRIEDERIC TO M. DE VOLTAIRE (at the Hague, or at Brussels).

"CHARLOTTENBURG, 12th JUNE, 1740.--... My dear Voltaire, resist no
longer the eagerness I have to see you. Do in my favor whatever
your humanity allows. In the end of August, I go to Wesel, and
perhaps farther. Promise that you will come and join me; for I
could not live happy, nor die tranquil, without having embraced
you! Thousand compliments to the Marquise," divine Emilie. "I am
busy with both hands [Corn-Magazines, Free Press, Abolition of
Torture, and much else]; working at the Army with the one hand, at
the People and the Fine Arts with the other."

"BERLIN, 5th AUGUST, 1740.--... I will write to Madame du
Chatelet, in compliance with your wish:" mark it, reader.
"To speak to you frankly concerning her journey, it is Voltaire,
it is you, it is my Friend that I desire to see; and the divine
Emilie with all her divinity is only the Accessory of the Apollo

"I cannot yet say whether I shall travel [incognito into foreign
parts a little] or not travel;" there have been rumors, perhaps
private wishes; but--... "Adieu, dear friend; sublime spirit,
first-born of thinking beings. Love me always sincerely, and be
persuaded that none can love and esteem you more than I.

"BERLIN, 6th AUGUST [which is next day].--You will have received a
Letter from me dated yesterday; this is the second I write to you
from Berlin; I refer you to what was in the other. If it must be
(FAUT) that Emilie accompany Apollo, I consent; but if I could see
you alone, that is what I would prefer. I should be too much
dazzled; I could not stand so much splendor all at once; it would
overpower me. I should need the veil of Moses to temper the united
radiance of your two divinities." ... In short, don't bring her,
if you please.

"REMUSBERG [poetic for REINSBERG], 8th AUGUST, 1740.--... My dear
Voltaire, I do believe Van Duren costs you more trouble and pains
than you had with HENRI QUATRE. In versifying the Life of a Hero,
you wrote the history of your own thoughts; but in coercing a
scoundrel you fence with an enemy who is not worthy of you."
To punish him, and cut short his profits, "PRINT, then, as you
wish [your own edition of the ANTI-MACHIAVEL, to go along with
his, and trip the feet from it]. FAITES ROULER LA PRESSE; erase,
change, correct; do as you see best; your judgment about it shall
be mine."--"In eight days I leave for [where thinks the reader?
"DANTZIG" deliberately print all the Editors, careful Preuss among
them; overturning the terrestrial azimuths for us, and making day
night!]--for Leipzig, and reckon on being at Frankfurt on the 22d.
In case you could be there, I expect, on my passage, to give you
lodging! At Cleve or in Holland, I depend for certain on embracing
you." [Preuss, OEuvres de Frederic, xx.
pp. 5, 19-21; Voltaire, OEuvres, lxxii. 226,
&c. (not worth citing, in comparison).]

Intrinsically the Friedrich correspondence at this time, with
Voltaire especially, among many friends now on the wing towards
Berlin and sending letters, has,--if you are forced into
struggling for some understanding of it, and do get to read parts
of it with the eyes of Friedrich and Voltaire,--has a certain
amiability; and is nothing like so waste and dreary as it looks in
the chaotic or sacked-city condition. Friedrich writes with
brevity, oftenest on practicalities (the ANTI-MACHIAVEL, the
coming Interview, and the like), evidently no time to spare;
writes always with considerable sincerity; with friendliness,
much admiration, and an ingenuous vivacity, to M. de Voltaire.
Voltaire, at his leisure in Brussels or the Old Palace and its
spider-webs, writes much more expansively; not with insincerity,
he either;--with endless airy graciosities, and ingenious twirls,
and touches of flattering unction, which latter, he is aware, must
not be laid on too thick. As thus:--

In regard to the ANTI-MACHIAVEL,--Sire, deign to give me your
permissions as to the scoundrel of a Van Duren; well worth while,
Sire,--"IT is a monument for the latest posterity; the only Book
worthy of a King for these fifteen hundred years."

This is a strongish trowelful, thrown on direct, with adroitness;
and even this has a kind of sincerity. Safer, however, to do it in
the oblique or reflex way,--by Ambassador Cumas, for example:--

"I will tell you boldly, Sir [you M. de Camas], I put more value
on this Book (ANTI-MACHIAVEL) than on the Emperor Julian's CAESAR,
or on the MAXIMS of Marcus Aurelius,"--I do indeed, having a kind
of property in it withal! [Voltaire, OEuvres, italic> lxxii. 280 (to Camas, 18th October, 1740).]

In fact, Voltaire too is beautiful, in this part of the
Correspondence; but much in a twitter,--the Queen of Sheba, not
the sedate Solomon, in prospect of what is coming. He plumes
himself a little, we perceive, to his d'Argentals and French
Correspondents, on this sublime intercourse he has got into with a
Crowned Head, the cynosure of mankind:---Perhaps even you, my best
friend, did not quite know me, and what merits I had!
Plumes himself a little; but studies to be modest withal; has not
much of the peacock, and of the turkey has nothing, to his old
friends. All which is very naive and transparent; natural and even
pretty, on the part of M. de Voltaire as the weaker vessel.--
For the rest, it is certain Maupertuis is getting under way at
Paris towards the Cleve rendezvous. Brussels, too, is so near
these Cleve Countries; within two days' good driving:--if only the
times and routes would rightly intersect?

Friedrich's intention is by no means for a straight journey
towards Cleve: he intends for Baireuth first, then back from
Baireuth to Cleve,--making a huge southward elbow on the map, with
Baireuth for apex or turning-point:--in this manner he will make
the times suit, and have a convergence at Cleve. To Baireuth;--who
knows if not farther? All summer there has gone fitfully a rumor,
that he wished to see France; perhaps Paris itself incognito?
The rumor, which was heard even at Petersburg, [Raumer's
Beitrage (English Translation, London, 1837), p. 15
(Finch's Despatch, 24th June, 1740).] is now sunk dead again;
but privately, there is no doubt, a glimpse of the sublime French
Nation would be welcome to Friedrich. He could never get to
Travelling in his young time; missed his Grand Tour altogether,
much as he wished it; and he is capable of pranks!--Enough, on
Monday morning, 15th August, 1740, [Rodenbeck, p. 15, slightly in
error: see Dickens's Interview, supra, p. 187.] Friedrich and
Suite leave Potsdam; early enough; go, by Leipzig, by the route
already known to readers, through Coburg and the Voigtland
regions; Wilhelmina has got warning, sits eagerly expecting her
Brother in the Hermitage at Baireuth, gladdest of shrill sisters;
and full of anxieties how her Brother would now be. The travelling
party consisted, besides the King, of seven persons: Prince August
Wilhelm, King's next Brother, Heir-apparent if there come no
children, now a brisk youth of eighteen; Leopold Prince of Anhalt-
Dessau, Old Dessauer's eldest, what we may call the "Young
Dessauer;" Colonel von Borck, whom we shall hear of again;
Colonel von Stille, already heard of (grave men of fifty, these
two); milk-beard Munchow, an Adjutant, youngest of the promoted
Munchows; Algarotti, indispensable for talk; and Fredersdorf, the
House-Steward and domestic Factotum, once Private in Schwerin's
Regiment, whom Bielfeld so admired at Reinsberg, foreseeing what
he would come to. One of Friedrich's late acts was to give
Factotum Fredersdorf an Estate of Land (small enough, I fancy, but
with country-house on it) for solace to the leisure of so useful a
man,--studious of chemistry too, as I have heard. Seven in all,
besides the King. [Rodenbeck, p. 19 (and for Chamberlain
Fredersdorf's estate, p. 15).] Direct towards Baireuth, incognito,
and at the top of their speed. Wednesday, 17th, they actually
arrive. Poor Wilhelmina, she finds her Brother changed; become a
King in fact, and sternly solitary; alone in soul, even as a King
must be! [Wilhelmina, ii. 322, 323.]--

"Algarotti, one of the first BEAUX-ESPRITS of this age," as
Wilhelmina defines him,--Friend Algarotti, the young Venetian
gentleman of elegance, in dusky skin, in very white linen and
frills, with his fervid black eyes, "does the expenses of the
conversation." He is full of elegant logic, has speculations on
the great world and the little, on Nature, Art, Papistry, Anti-
Papistry, and takes up the Opera in an earnest manner, as capable
of being a school of virtue and the moral sublime. His respectable
Books on the Opera and other topics are now all forgotten, and
crave not to be mentioned. To me he is not supremely beautiful,
though much the gentleman in manners as in ruffles, and
ingeniously logical:--rather yellow to me, in mind as in skin, and
with a taint of obsolete Venetian Macassar. But to Friedrich he is
thrice-dear; who loves the Sharp faceted cut of the man, and does
not object to his yellow or Extinct-Macassar qualities of mind.
Thanks to that wandering Baltimore for picking up such a jewel and
carrying him Northward! Algarotti himself likes the North: here in
our hardy climates,--especially at Berlin, and were his loved
Friedrich NOT a King,--Algarotti could be very happy in the
liberty allowed. At London, where there is no King, or none to
speak of, and plenty of free Intelligences, Carterets, Lytteltons,
young Pitts and the like, he is also well, were it not for the
horrid smoke upon one's linen, and the little or no French of
those proud Islanders.

Wilhelmina seems to like him here; is glad, at any rate, that he
does the costs of conversation, better or worse. In the rest is no
hope. Stille, Borck are accomplished military gentlemen; but of
tacit nature, reflective, practical, rather than discursive, and
do not waste themselves by incontinence of tongue. Stille, by his
military Commentaries, which are still known to soldiers that
read, maintains some lasting remembrance of himself: Borck we
shall see engaged in a small bit of business before long. As to
Munchow, the JEUNE MORVEUX of an Adjutant, he, though his manners
are well enough, and he wears military plumes in his hat, is still
an unfledged young creature, "bill still yellow," so to speak;--
and marks himself chiefly by a visible hankering after that
troublesome creature Marwitz, who is always coquetting.
Friedrich's conversation, especially to me Wilhelmina, seems
"GUINDE, set on stilts," likewise there are frequent cuts of
banter in him; and it is painfully evident he distinguishes my
Sister of Anspach and her foolish Husband, whom he has invited
over hither in a most eager manner, beyond what a poor Wilhelmina
with her old love can pretend to. Patience, my shrill Princess,
Beauty of Baireuth and the world; let us hope all will come right
again! My shrill Princess--who has a melodious strength like that
of war-fifes, too--knows how to be patient; and veils many things,
though of a highly unhypocritical nature.

These were Three great Days at Baireuth; Wilhelmina is to come
soon, and return the visit at Berlin. To wait upon the King, known
though incognito, "the Bishop of Bamberg" came driving over:
[ Helden-Geschichte, i. 419.] Schonborn,
Austrian Kanzler, or who? His old City we once saw (and plenty of
hanged malefactors swinging round it, during that JOURNEY TO THE
REICH);--but the Bishop himself never to our knowledge, Bishop
being absent then, I hope it is the same Bishop of Bamberg, whom
a Friend of Busching's, touring there about that same time, saw
dining in a very extraordinary manner, with medieval trumpeters,
"with waiters in spurs and buff-belts;" [Busching's
Beitrage; --Schlosser ( History of the
Eighteenth Century ) also quotes the scene.] if it is
not, I have not the slightest shadow of acquaintance with him,--
there have been so many Bishops of Bamberg with whom one wishes to
have none! On the third day Friedrich and his company went away,
towards Wurzburg; and Wilhelmina was left alone with her
reflections. "I had had so much to say to him; I had got nothing
said at all:" alas, it is ever so. "The King was so changed, grown
so much bigger (GRANDI), you could not have known him again;"
stands finely erect and at full breadth, every inch a King;
his very stature, you would say, increased.--Adieu, my Princess,
pearl of Princesses; all readers will expect your return-visit at
Berlin, which is to be soon.


Through Wurzburg, Frankfurt-on-Mayn, speeds Friedrich;--
Wilhelmina and mankind understand that it is homewards and to
Cleve; but at Frankfurt, in deepest privacy, there occurs a sudden
whirl southward,--up the Rhine-Valley; direct towards Strasburg,
for a sight of France in that quarter! So has Friedrich decided,--
not quite suddenly, on new Letters here, or new computations about
Cleve; but by forethought taken at Baireuth, as rather appears.
From Frankfurt to Strasburg, say 150 miles; from Strasburg home,
is not much farther than from Frankfurt home: it can be done,
then; husht!

The incognito is to be rigorous: Friedrich becomes COMTE DUFOUR, a
Prussian-French gentleman; Prince August Wilhelm is Graf von
Schaffgotsch, Algarotti is Graf von Pfuhl, Germans these two;
what Leopold, the Young Dessauer, called himself,--still less what
the others, or whether the others were there at all, and not
shoved on, direct towards Wesel, out of the way as is likelier,--
can remain uncertain to readers and me. From Frankfurt, then, on
Monday morning, 22d August, 1740, as I compute, through old known
Philipsburg Campaign country, and the lines of Ettlingen and
Stollhofen; there the Royal Party speeds eagerly (weather very
bad, as appears): and it is certain they are at Kehl on Tuesday
evening; looking across the long Rhine Bridge, Strasburg and its
steeples now close at hand.

This looks to be a romantic fine passage in the History of the
young King;--though in truth it is not, and proves but a feeble
story either to him or us. Concerning which, however, the reader,
especially if he should hear that there exists precise Account of
it, Two Accounts indeed, one from the King's own hand, will not
fail of a certain craving to become acquainted with details.
This craving, foolish rather than wise, we consider it thriftiest
to satisfy at once; and shall give the King's NARRATIVE entire,
though it is a jingling lean scraggy Piece, partly rhyme, "in the
manner of Bachaumont and La Chapelle;" written at the gallop, a
few days hence, and despatched to Voltaire:--"You," dear Voltaire,
"wish to know what I have been about, since leaving Berlin;
annexed you will find a description of it," writes Friedrich.
[ OEuvres, xxii. 25 (Wesel, 2d Septemher,
1740).] Out of Voltaire's and other people's waste-baskets, it has
at length been fished up, patch by patch, and pasted together by
victorious modern Editors; and here it is again entire. The other
Narrative, which got into the Newspapers soon after, is likewise
of authentic nature,--Fassmann, our poor old friend, confirming
it, if that were needful,--and is happily in prose. [Given in
Helden-Geschichte, i. 420-423;--see likewise
Fassmann's Merkwurdigster Regierungs-Antritt
(poor old Book on FRIEDRICH'S ACCESSION); Preuss
( Thronbesteigung, pp. 395-400); &c. &c.]

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