Frederick the Great and his family

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Book I. Chaftbb

I. The King, 1

H. Prince Henry, 4

HI. Louise von Kleist, 8

TV. At the Masked Ball, 12

v. A Secret Captain, 18

VI. The Legacy of Von Trenck, Colonel of the 'Pandotm, . 31

VII. The King and Weingarten, ...... 29

Vni. The Unwilling Bridegroom, . . . . .32

IX. The First Disappointment, 38

X. The Conquered, . .46

XI. The Travelling Musicians, 52

XTT. Travelling Adventurca, . . . • . . .56

XnL The Drag-Boat, . . . . . . . . 63

XrV. In Amsterdam, . . . . . . • . .63

XV. The King without Shoes, ...... 74

VI. ^ vn

XVIII.

^ IX.

^ XI.

XII.

xm. xrv.

BOOK n.

The Unhappy News, .

Trenck on his Way to Prison, Prince Henry and His Wife, The F^te in the Woods, Intrigues, ....

The Private Audience, .

The Traitor, Declaration of War, The King and his Brothers, The Laurel- Branch, The Ball at Count BruhPs, The Interrupted Feast, .

The Archives at Dresden, Saxony Humiliated,

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Iv CONTENTS.

BOOK III. CHAFTRft PAQB

I. The Maiden of Bnmen 172

n. News of Battle 177

m. The Certificate of Enlistment, 181

IV. Farewell to the ViUage, .188

VI. The Prison Barricade, 203

Vn. The Battle of CoUin, 205

Vm. The Inimical Brothers, .211

IX. The Letters, 221

X. In the Castle at Dresden, 225

XI. The Te Deum, 282

Xn. Camp Scene, 236

XIII. The Watch-Fire 242

XIV. The Battle of Leuthen, 248

XV. Winter Quarters in Breslau, 255

XVL The Broken Heart, 262

Book IV

I. The King and his Old and New Enemies, . • • 268

II. The Three Officers, 273

in. Ranuzi 277

IV. Louise du Trouffle 287

V. The Fortune-Teller, 293

VI. A Court Day in Berlin, 802

VII. In the Window-Niche 311

VIII. The Nutshells behind the Fauteuil of the Queen, . . 314

IX. The Duel and its Consequences, 319

X. The Five Couriers, 324

XI. After the Battle, . 331

XIL A Heroic Soul, 337

XIII. The Two Grenadiers, 342

XIV. The Right Counsel, 346

XV. A Hero in Misfortune 356

I BOOK V.

I. The Teresiani and the Prussiani, ..... 361

n. Frederick the Great as a Saint, 366

in. The Cloister Brothers of San Giovanni e Paolo, . . 871

CONTENTS. V

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IV. The Return from the Army, , 381

V. The Brave Fathers and the Cowardly Sons, ... 388

VI. The Traitor's Betrayal, 395

Vn. The Accusation, . . , .... 400

VIII. Revenge, 408

IX. Trenck, 413

X "Trenck, are you there?" 417

XI. The King and the German Scholar, .... 423

Xn. Gellert, 43$

Xin. The Poet and the King, 439

XrV. The King and the Village Magistrate, .... 445

XV. The Proposal of Marriage, 448

XVI. The Ambassador and the Khan of Tartary, . . . 457

Book VI

I. The King's Return, 468

n. Prince Henry, 477

m. Mother and Daughter, 482

IV. The King in Sans-Souci 493

V. The Engraved Cup, 501

VI. The Princess and the Diplomatist, 508

vn. The Royal House-Spy, . . . . . . .514

Vm. The aouds Gather, . . . . . . . .518

IX. Brother and Sister, • . 525

X. The Stolen Child, 532

XI. The Discovery, 540

XU. The Morning at Sans-Souei, 546

XIII. A Husband's Revenge, 557

XrV, The Separation, • • ^ 664

ILLUSTRATIONS.

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Frederick and the Countess IVontispiece

Baron Trenck in Prison ....»«... 196

The Interview in Frederick's Tent after the Defeat .... 216

Frederick and the Two Grenadiers 842

The Jeweller and Princess Amelie SOi

FREDERICK THE GREAT AND HIS FAMILY.

CHAPTER I. THE Kma

The king laid his flute aside, and with his hands folded behind his back, walked thoughtfully up and down his room in Sans-Souci. His countenance was now tranquil, his brow cloudless; with the aid of music he had harmonized his soul, and the anger and displeasure he had so shortly before felt were soothed by the melodious notes of his flute.

The king was no longer angry, but melancholy, and the smile that played on his lip was so resigned and painful that the brave Marquis d' Argens would have wept had he seen it, and the stinging jest of Voltaire have been silenced.

But neither the marquis nor Voltaire, nor any of his friends were at present in Potsdam. D'Argens was in France, with his young wife, Barbe Cochois ; Voltaire, after a succession of difficulties and quarrels, had departed forever ; General Rothenberg had also departed to a land from which no one returns — he was dead 1 My lord marshal had returned to Scotland, Algarotti to Italy, and Bastiani still held his office in Breslau. Sans-Souci, that had been heretofore the seat of joy and laughing wit — Sans-Souci was now still and lonely ; youth, beauty, and gladness had forsaken it forever; earnestness and duty had taken their place, and reigned in majesty within tl^ose walls that had so often echoed with the happy laugh and sparkling . jest of the king's friends and contemporaries.

Frederick thought of this, as with folded hands he walked up and down, and recalled the past. Sunk in deep thought, he re« mained standing before a picture that hung on the wall above his secretary, which represented Barbarina in the fascinating costume of a shepherdess, as he had seen her for the first time ten years ago ; it had been painted by Pesne for the king. What recoUocUotA^ what dreams arose before the king's soul as he gazed at that bewitching and lovely face ; at those soft, melting eyes, whose glance had once made him so happy I But that was long ago ; it had passed like a sunbeam on a rainy day, it had been long buried in clouds. These remembrances warmed the king's heart as he now stood so solitary and loveless before this picture; and he confessed to that sweet image, once so fondly loved, what he had never admitted to himaelf , that his heart was very lonely.

But these painful recollections, these sad thoughts, did not last. The king roused himself from those dangerous dreams, and on leaving the picture cast upon it almost a look of hatred.

" This is folly, " he said ; " I will to work. "

He approached the secretary, and seized the sealed letters and packets that were lying there. "A letter and packet from the queen," he said, wonderingly opening the letter first. Casting a hasty glance through it, a mocking smile crossed his face. " She sends me a French translation of a prayer-book, " he said, shrugging his shoulders. " Poor queen I her heart is not yet dead, though, by Heaven 1 it haa suffered enough. "

He threw the letter carelessly aside, without glancing at the book ; its sad, pleading prayer was but an echo of the thoughts trembling in her heart.

^^ Bagatelles ! nothing more," he murmured, after reading the other letters and laying them aside. He then rang hastily, and bade the servant send Baron Pollnitz to him afl soon as he appeared in the audience-chamber.

A few minutes later the door opened, and the old, wrinkled, sweetly smiling face of the undaunted courtier appeared.

^ Approach, " said the king, advancing a few steps to meet him. **Do you bring me his submission? Does my brother Heniy acknowledge that it is vain to defy my power?"

Pollnitz shrugged his shoulders. '' Sire, " he said, sighing, " his highness will not understand that a prince must have no heart. He still continues in his disobedience, and declares that no man should marry a woman without loving her ; that he would be contemptible and cowardly to allow himself to be forced to do what should be the free choice of his own heart. "

Pollnitz had spoken with downcast eyes and respectful countenanoe ; he appeared not to notice that ttie king reddened and his eyes burned with anger.

"Ah ! my brother dared to say that?" cried the king. "He has the Utopian thought to believe that he can defy my wishes. Tell him he is mistaken ;. he must submit to me as I had to submit to my father. "

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''He gives that as an example why he will not yield. He believes a forced marriage can never be a happy one ; that your majesty bad not only made yoarself unhappy by your marriage, but also your queen, and that there was not a lady in the land who would exchange places with your wife. "

The king glanced piercingly at PoUnitz. ^Do you know it would have been better had you forgotten a few of my wise brother's words?"

" Your majesty commanded me to tell you faithfully every word the prince said. "

** And you are too much a man of truth and obedience, too little of a courtier, not to be frank and faithful. Is it not so? Ah I vraimenty I know you, and I know very well that you are playing a double game. But I warn y<Hi not to follow the promptings of your wicked heart. I desire my brother to marry, do you hear? I will it, and you, the grand chamberlain. Baron Pollnitz, shall feel my anger if he does not consent. "

^ And if he does?" said PoUnitz, in his laughing, shameless manner ; ^ if I persuade the prince to submit to your wishes, what recompense shall I receive?"

"• On the day of their betrothal, I will raise your income five hundred crowns, and pay your debts. "

^Ah, sire, in what a pitiable dilranma you are placing me! Your majesty wishes Prince Henry to engage himself as soon as possible, and I must now wish it to be as late as possible. ^

"And why?"

** Because I must hasten to make as many debts as possible, that your majesty may pay them. "

*^ You are and will remain an unmitigated fool ; old age will not even ciu'e you, " said the king, smiling. " But speak, do you think my brother may be brought to reason?"

PoUnitz shrugged his shoulders, gave a sly smile, but was silei^t.

" You do not answer me. Is my brother in love? and has he confided in you?"

" Sire, I believe the prince is in love from ennui alone, but he swears it is his first love. "

" That is an oath that is repeated to each lady-love ; I am not afraid of it, " said the king, smiling ** Who is the enchantress that has heard his first loving vows? She is doubtless a fairy —a goddess of beauty. "

"Yes, sire, she is young and beautiful, and declares it is also her first love, so no one can doubt its purity ; no one understands love as well as this fair lady ; no other than Madame von Kleist, ^\vo, %a your majesl^ remembers, wae lately divorced ttom \i«i \x\>sJ6VDdi.^ w

** And is now free to love again, as it appears, " said the king, with a mocking smile. "But the beautiful Louise von Schwerin is a dangerous, daring woman, and we must check her clever plans in the bud. If she desires to be loved by my brother, she possesses knowledge, beauty, and experience to gain her point and to lead him into all manner of follies. This affair must be brought quickly to a close, and Prince Henry acknowledged to be the prince royal. "

'^ Prince Henry goes this evening to Berlin to attend a feast given by the Prince of Prussia, " whispered Pollnitz.

''Ahl it is true the prince's arrest ceases at six o'clock, but he will not forget that he needs permission to leave Potsdam. "

**He will forget it, sire.**

The king walked up and \lown in silence, and his coimtenance assumed an angry and threatening appearance. "This struggle must be brought to a close, and that speedily. My brother must submit to my authority. Go and watch his movements ; as soon as he leaves, come to me. **

Long after Pollnitz had left him, the king paced his chamber in deep thought. " Poor Henry I I dare not sympathize with you ; you are a king's son — that means a sla^e to yoiu* position. Why has Providence given hearts to kings as to other men ? Why do we thirst so for love? as the intoxicating drink is always denied us, and we dare not drink it even when offered by the most bewitching enchantress 1'*

Involuntarily his eye rested upon the beautiful picture of Barbarina. But he would have no pity with himself, as he dared not show mercy to his brother. Seizing the silver bell, he raiig it hastily.

**Take that picture from the wall, and carry it immediately to the inspector, and tell him to hang it in the pictmre-gallery, ** said Frederick.

He looked on quietly as the servant took the picture down and carried it from the room, then sighed and gazed long at the plane where it had hung.

" Empty and cold 1 The last token of my youth is gone I I am now the king, and, with God's blessing, will be the father of my people.**

Chapter II. Fringe Henry

Fringe Henrt sat quiet and motionless in his lonely room ; dark thoughts seemed to trouble him; his brow was clouded, his lips compressed. Had you not known him, you would have taken him

PRINCE HENRY. 5

for the king, so great was the resemblance of the two brothers ; but it was only an outward resemblance. Tlie prince had not the spiritual expression, his eyes had not the passionate fire, his face (beautiful as it was) wanted the fascinating geniality, the sparkling inspiration, that at all times lighted the king's countenance like a sunbeam.

The prince possessed a greater mind, a clearer understanding, but he wanted soul and poetic feeling, and allowed himself at times to ridicule his brother's poetic efforts. The king, knowing this, was inclined to regard the shortcomings of the prince as a determined contempt and resistance to his command ; and as the prince became more reckless and more indifferent, he became more severe and harsh. Thus the struggle commenced that had existed for some time between the two brothers.

For the last four days the prince had been in arrest for disobeying orders, but the hour of his release was approaching, and he awaited it with impatience.

The bell of the nearest church had just announced the hour of six. The door opened immediately, and an officer, in the name of the king, pronounced his arrest at an end.

The prince answered with a low bow, and remained seated, pointing haughtily to the door ; but as the officer left him he arose and paced hastily to and fro.

^ He treats me like a school-boy, ^ he murmured ; " but I shall show him that I have a will of my own I I will not be intimidated — I will not submit ; and if the king does not cease to annoy me, if he continues to forget that I am not a slave, but son and brother of a king, no motives shall restrain me, and I also will forget, as he does, that I am a prince, and remember only that I am a free, responsible man. He wishes me to marry, and therefore has me followed, and surrounds me with spies. He wishes to force me to marry. Well, I will marry, but I will choose my own wife I"

The prince had just made this resolve, when the door opened, and the servant announced that Messrs. Kalkreuth and Kaphengst awaited his commands. ' He bade them enter, and advancing smilingly gave them his hand.

"Welcome! welcome 1" he said; "the cage is open, and I may enjoy a little air and sunshine ; let us not delay to make use of this opportunity. Our horses shall be saddled. ^

" They are already saddled, prince, " said Baron Kalkreuth. " I have ordered them to the court, and as soon as it is dark we will mount them."

"What 1 is it not best that we should mount before my door aad ride openly away?'' said the prince, wonderingVy.

** It is my opinion that is the best plan, " Gri«d Baron S^hengst, laughing gayly . ** Ev&ry one wiU believe your highness to be simply taking a ride, while curiosity would be raised if we left tto city on foot."

**! think leaving in the dark, and on foot, loc^s as if I were afraid, " said the prince, thoughtfully.

** Secrecy is good for priests and old women, but not for us, " cried Kaphengst.

'* Secrecy suits all who wish to do wrong," said Kialkreuth, earnestly.

The prince glanced hastily at him. *" You believe, then, we are about to do wrong?"

** I dare not speak of your highness, but we two 'are certainly doing wrong ; we are about to commit an act of insubordination. But still, my prince, I am ready to do so, as your highness wishes us to accompany you. "

The prince did not answer, but stepped to the window, and looked out thoughtfully and silently. In a few moments he returned, looking calm and resolute.

^' Kalkreuth is right — we were going to do wrong, and we must avoid it. I shall write to the king, and ask leave for you and myself to go to Berlin. "

"That is, unfortunately, impossible, " said a sweet voice behind him, and as the prince turned he saw tlie smiling face of Pdllnitz. *^ I beg pardon, your highness, for having entered unannounced, but you allowed me to come at this hour and give yon an account of the commissions you gave me. "

*' Why do you say it is impossible to obtain leave of the king to-day?" asked Henry, hastily.

" Because his majesty is already in the concert-saloon, and your Highness knows that he has strictly forbidden any one to disturb him there."

^We shall, then, have to give up our plan and remain here," said the prince.

Kaphengst glanced angrily and threateningly at his friend.

"And why should your highness do this?" asked P^lnitfiE, astonished. " All your preparations are made, all your commands fulfilled. I have procured your costumes ; no one will recognise you, and if they should, would not dare to betray you to the king. Only two persons know that you are to visit the ball, the Prinoe of Prussia, and a lovely lady, whose beautiful eyes were misty with tears when I delivered her your message. * Tell the prince, ' she murmured, in a tender voice, ' I will await him there, even if I knew the king would crush me with his anger. *"

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The prince blushed with joy. " And you say it is imponible for me to see the king ?"

"ImpoBsible, my prince."

"Well, we will have to renounce it," said the prince, sighing.

"Renounce seeing the king, yes I for he will not leave his rooms in Sans-Souci to-day. "

" Then we would bo entirely safe ; he would not notice our depar> tore," said Kaphengst, quickly.

"Entirely safe," said Pollnitz.

"ThatiB, if Baron P^^llnitz doefi not himself infonn the king," said Baron Kalkreuth, whose quick, clear glance rested upon the smiling face of the courtier, and appeared to read his inmost thonghta.

Baron PoUnite cast a euspicioos and angry glance at Kalkreuth. ** I did not know that borrowing money from yon gave yon the right to speak rudely to me !''

"Silence! gentlemen," cried ^e prince, who, until now, had stood quietly struggling with his own wishes, "Take your cloaks and let us walk. Did you not say that horses were awaiting us at the door. Baron Kalkreuth?"

" I said so, your highness. "

" And you Pdllnits ? Did you not say that three costumes awaited us in Berlin?"

"Yes, your highness."

"Well, then, " said the prince, smiling, "we must not allow the horses and costumes to await us any Icmger. Come, gentlemen, we wiU ride to Berlin."

"Really it was hard to get him off," murmured PdllnitE, as he regained the street, and saw the three young men fading in the distance. " The good prince had quite a dutiful emotion ; if the king only knew it, he would forgive him all, and renounce the idea of his marriage. But that would not suit me — my debts would not be paid! I must not tell the king of his brother's inward struggle. "

" Well I" said the king, as Pdllnitz entered, " has my brotlier really gone to Berlin ?"

"Yes, your majesty, and accompanied by the two Messieurs — "

"Silence !" cried the king, hastily ; "I do not wish to know their names, I should have to punish them also. He has then gone, and without emy hesitation, any reluctance?"

"Yes, sire, without hesitation. He thinks he has the right to go where he pleases, and to amuse himself as he can. "

"Ord«r the carriage, Pailnits," said the king. "Without doubt my brother has taken the shortest road to BerlinV

"Yes, sire."

" Then there is no danger of our meeting them and being recognized ; and as we have relays on the road, we will reach Berlin before them. "

Chapter III. Louise Von Kleist

Madams von EIleist was alone in her boudoir. She had just completed her toilet, and was viewing herself with considerable pleasure in a large Venetian glass. She had reason to be pleased. The costume of an odalisque became her wonderfully ; suited her luxuriant beauty, her large, dreamy blue eyes, her full red lips, her slender, swaying form. At twenty- eight, Louise von Elleist was still a sparkling beauty ; the many trials and sorrows she had passed through had not scattered the roses from her cheek, nor banished youth from her heart.

Louise von Kleist resembled greatly the little Louise von Schwerin of earlier days— the little dreamer who found it romantic to love a gardener, and was quite ready to flee with him to a paradise of love. The king's watchfulness saved her from this romantic folly, and gave her another husband. This unhappy match was now at an end. Louise was again free. She still felt in her heart dome of the wild love of romance and adventure of the little Louise ; she was the same daring, dreamy, impressible Louise, only now she was less innocent. The little coquette from instinct was changed into a coquette from knowledge.

She stood before the glass and surveyed once more her appearance ; then acknowledged with a pleased smile that she was beautiful enough to fascinate all men, to arouse in all hearts a painful longing.

"But I shall love no one but the prince," she said, "and when my power over him is sufficient to induce him to marry me, I shall ^' reward him by my faith, and entire submission to his wishes. Oh 1 I shall be a virtuous wife, a true and faithful mother ; and my lovely little Camilla shall And in her mother a good and noble example. I shall promise this to my angel with my farewell kiss ; and then— to the ball 1"

She entered the next chamber, and stood at her child's bed. What a strange sight I This woman, in a fantastic, luxuriant costmne, bending over the cot of the little girl, with such tender, pious looks, with folded hands, and soft, murmuring lips, uttering a prayer or holy wish I

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** How beautiful she is I'* murmured Louise, not dreaming that her own beauty at this moment beamed with touching splendor — that mother love had changed the alluring coquette into an adorable saint — " how beautiful she is 1**

The gay, ringing laughter of her daughter interrupted her ; the child opened her large black eyes, and looked amused.

" You naughty child, you were not asleep, " said Louise.

" No, mamma, I was not asleep ; I was playing comedy. "

"Ah I and who taught you to play comedy, you silly child?" said Louise, tenderly.

The child looked earnestly before her for a few moments as children are wont to do when a question surprises them.

"I belieTe, mamma," she said, slowly — "I believe I learned it from you. "

" B^m me, Camilla? When have you seen me act?'*

"Oh, very often,** she cried, laughing. "Just a few days ago, mamma, don't you remember when we were laughing and talking so merrily together. Prince Henry was announced, and you sent me into the next room, but the door was open, and I saw very well that you made a sad face, and I heard the prince ask you how you were, and you answered, ' I am sick, your highness, and how could it be otherwise, as I am always sad or weeping?' Now, mother, was not that acting?**

Louise did not answer. Breathing heavily, she laid her hand upon her heart, for she felt a strange sorrow and indescribable fear.

Camilla continued, "Oh! and I saw how tenderly the prince looked at you ; how he kissed you, and said you were as lovely as an angel. Oh, mamma, I too shall be beautiful, and beloved by a prince I**

" To be beautiful, darling, you m«st be good and virtuous, ** said the fair oc2aZt8gue, earnestly.

Little Camilla arose in her bed ; the white gown fell from her shoulders and exposed her soft childish form, her brown ringlets curled down her neck and lost themselves in her lace- covered dress. The chandelier that hung from the ceiling lighted her lovely face, and made the gold and silver embroidered robes and jewels of her mother sparkle brilliantly.

At this moment, as with folded arms she glanced up at her mother, she looked like an angel, but she had already dangerous and earthly thoughts in her heart.

" Mamma, ** she said, " why should I be virtuous, when you are

not?**

Louise trembled, and looked terrified at her daughter. "^lYvs^ told you I was not virtuous ?**

10 FREDERICK THB GREAT AND HIS FAMILY.

''My poor, dear papa told me when he was here the last time. Oh, he told me a great deal, mamma! He told,*^ oontinued the child, with a Bly smile, ''how you loved a beautiful gardener, and ran off with him, and how he, at the command of the king, married you and saved you from shame ; and he said you were not at all grateful, but had often betrayed and deceived him, and, because he was so unhappy with you, he drank so much wine to forget his sorrow. Oh, mamma, you don't know how poor papa cried as he told me all this, and besought me not to become like you, but to be good, that every one might love and respect me !"

Whilst Camilla spoke, her mother had sunk slowly, as if crushed, to the floor ; and, with her face buried in the child's bed, sobbed aloud.

"Don't cry, mamma," said Camilla, pleadingly; "believe me, I will not do as papa says, and I will not be so stupid as to live in a small town, where it is so still and lonesome. ''

As her mother still wept, Camilla continued, as if to quiet her : " I shall be like you, mamma ; indeed, I will. Oh, you should but see how I watch you, and notice how you smile at all the gentlemen, what soft eyes you make, and then again, how cold and proud you are, and then look at them so tenderly 1 Oh, I have noticed all, and I shall do just the same, and I will run away with a gardener, but I will not let papa catch me — no, not I. ^

"Hush, child, hushl" cried the mother, rising, pale and trembling, from her knees ; " you must become a good and virtuous girl, and never run away with a man. Forget what your bad father has told you ; you know he hates me, and has told you all these falsehoods to make you do the same. "

"Mamma, can you swear that it is not true?"

" Yes, my child, I can swear it. "

"You did not run off with a gardener?"

"No, my child. Have I not told you that a virtuous girl never runs away ¥"

"You did not make papa unhappy, and, being his wife, love other men?"

" No, my daughter. "

"Mamma," said the child, after a long pause, '^oan you give me your right hand, and swear you did not?"

Louise hesitated a moment ; a cold shiver ran through her, she felt as if she was about to perjure herself ; but as she looked into the beautiful face of her child, whose eyes were fixed on her with a strange expression, she overcame her unwillingness.

" Here is my hand— I swear that all your father told you is false !"

Camilla laughed gleefully. ''Oh, mamma, I have caught yov: