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nes and disappointments may teach you to act with more wisdom and judgment where matters of importance are concerned。 Many of the painful events I now look forward to； I ascribe to you。 You and your children will suffer from their results much more than myself。 Be assured that I have always loved you； and will continue to do so until my death。 Your brother； FREDERICK。〃
When the king had finished his letter； he read it over。 〃I cannot take back one word I have said；〃 murmured he； softly。 〃Were he not my brother； he should be court…martialled。 But history shall not have to relate more than one such occurrence of a Hohenzollern。 Enough family dramas and tragedies have occurred in my reign to furnish scandalous material for future generations； I will not add to them。 My brother can withdraw quietly from these sceneshe can pray while we fighthe can cultivate the peaceful arts while we are upon the battle…field； offering up bloody sacrifices to Mars。 Perhaps we will succeed in gaining an honorable peace for Prussia； and then Augustus William may be a better king than I have been。 Prussia still clings to meshe needs me。〃
He sealed the letter； then calling his valet； ordered him to send it off immediately。 As he disappeared； the king's countenance became once more clouded and disturbed。 〃Life makes a man very poor；〃 said he； softly； 〃the longer he lives； the more solitary he becomes。 How rich I was when I began lifehow rich when I mounted the throne！ Possessing many friends； sisters； brothers； and many charming illusions。 The world belonged to me then； with all its joy； all its glory。 And now？ Where are these friends？ Lost to me； either by death or inconstancy！ Where are my brothers； sisters？ Their hearts have turned from metheir love has grown cold！ Where are my joyous illusions？ Scattered to the winds！ Alas； I am now undeceived； and if the whole world seemed at one time to belong to me； that little spot of earth； paid for with blood and anguish； is no longer mine。 Every illusion but one has been torn from my heartthe thirst for glory still remains。 I have bid adieu to love； to happiness； but I still believe in fame； and must at least have one laurel…wreath upon my coffin。 May death then strike me at his willthe sooner the better； before my heart has become perfectly hardened！ And I feel that time is not far distant。〃
The curtain of his tent was at this moment drawn back； and his secretary； Le Catt； whose acquaintance he had made during his visit to Amsterdam； entered with several letters in his hand。 The king advanced eagerly to meet him。
〃Well； Le Catt；〃 said he； 〃has the courier come from Berlin？〃
〃Yes； sire； he has come；〃 said Le Catt； sighing； 〃but I fear he brings no good news。〃
〃No good news？ Has the enemy forced his way so far？〃
〃An enemy has； sire； but not the one your majesty is thinking of！〃
〃How know you what enemy I mean？〃 said the king； impatiently。 〃Is it the Russians； or the French？〃
〃None of your mortal enemies； sire； and the mourning which now reigns in Berlin and will soon reign throughout Prussia； is caused by no enemy of your majesty but by Providence。〃
The king looked at him earnestly for a moment。 〃I understand；〃 said he。 〃Some one of my family has died； is it not so？〃
〃Yes； sire； your〃
〃Be still！〃 said the king； sternly。 〃I do not yet wish to knowI have not the strength to bear itwait a while。〃
Folding his hands upon his breast； he paced up and down his tent several times； laboring hard for breath。 He stood still； and leaning against the window； said： 〃Now； Le Catt； I can endure any thing； speakwho is it？〃
〃Sire； it is her majesty。〃
〃My wife？〃 interrupted the king。
〃 No； sire； her majesty〃
〃My mother！〃 cried the king； in a heart…broken voice。 〃My mother！〃
He stood thus for a while； with his hands before his face； his form bowed down and trembling like an oak swayed by a storm。 Tears escaped through his hands and fell slowly to the groundgroans of agony were wrung from him。
Le Catt could stand it no longer； he approached the king and ventured to say a few consoling words。
〃Do not seek to comfort me；〃 said the king； 〃you do not know what inexpressible pain this loss has caused me。〃
〃 Yes； sire； I well know；〃 said Le Catt； 〃for the queen…mother was the noblest； most gracious princess that ever lived。 I can therefore understand your sorrow。〃
〃No； you cannot；〃 said the king； raising his pale； tearful countenance。 〃You carry your sorrow upon your lipsI upon my heart。 The queen was the best of women； and my whole land may well mourn for her。 It will not be forced grief； for every one who had the happiness to approach loved and admired her for her many virtues for her great kindness。 And I feel； I know； that sorrow for the ruin of Prussia has caused her death。 She was too noble a princess； too tender a mother； to outlive Prussia's destruction and her son's misfortune。〃
〃But your majesty knows that the queen was suffering from an incurable disease。〃
〃It is true I know it；〃 said the king； sinking slowly upon his camp… stool。 〃I feared that I might never see her again； and still this news comes totally unexpected。〃
〃Your majesty will overcome this great grief as a philosopher； a hero。〃
〃Ah； my friend；〃 said the king； sadly； 〃philosophy is a solace in past and future sufferings； but is utterly powerless for present grief； I feel my heart and strength fail。 For the last two years I have resembled a tottering wall。 Family misfortune； secret pain； public sorrow； continual disappointment； these have been my nourishment。 What is there wanting to make of me another Job？ If I wish to survive these distressing circumstances； I must become a stoic。 For I cannot bring the philosophy of Epicurus to bear upon my great sorrows。 And still；〃 added the king； the dejected look disappearing from his countenance； and giving place to one of energy and determination； 〃still； I will not be overcome。 Were all the elements to combine against me； I will not fall beneath them。〃
〃Ah！〃 cried Le Catt； 〃once more is my king the hero； who will not only overcome his grief； but also his enemies。〃
〃God grant that you are a true prophet！〃 cried the king； earnestly。 〃This is a great era； the next few months will be decisive for Prussia： I will restore her or die beneath her ruins！〃
〃You will restore！〃 cried Le Catt； with enthusiasm。
〃And when I have made Prussia great；〃 said the king； relapsing into his former gloom； 〃my mother will not be here to rejoice with me。 Each one of my homereturning soldiers will have some onea mother； a sweetheartto meet them with tears of joy； to greet them tenderly。 I shall be alone。〃
〃Your people will advance； gladly； to meet you； they will greet you with tears of joy。〃
〃Ah； yes；〃 cried the king； with a bitter smile； 〃they will advance to meet me joyfully； but； were I to die the same day； they would cry： 'Le roi est mortvive le roi！' and would greet my successor with equal delight。 There is nothing personal in the love of a people to its sovereign； they love not in me the man； but the king。 But my mother loved not the king the warrior； she loved her son with her whole heart； and God knows he had but that one heart to trust in。 Leave me；