the palace of wusterhausen.—wilhelmina and fritz.—education of the crown prince.—rising dislike of the father for his son.—the mother’s sympathy.—the double marriage.—character of george i.—the king of england visits berlin.—wilhelmina’s account of the interview.—sad fate of the wife of george i.—the giant guard.—despotism of frederick william.—the tobacco parliament.—a brutal scene.—death of george i.—the royal family of prussia.—augustus, king of poland.—corruption of his court.—cruel treatment of fritz.—insane conduct of the king.

wusterhausen, where the young crown prince spent many of these early years of his life, was a rural retreat of the king about twenty miles southeast from berlin. the palace consisted of a plain, unornamented, rectangular pile, surrounded by numerous outbuildings, and rising from the midst of low and swampy grounds tangled with thickets and interspersed with fish-pools. game of all kinds abounded in those lakelets, sluggish streams, and jungles.

in the court-yard there was a fountain with stone steps, where frederick william loved to sit on summer evenings and smoke his pipe. he frequently took his frugal dinner here in the open air under a lime-tree, with the additional protection of an awning. after dinner he would throw himself down for a nap on a wooden bench, apparently regardless of the flaming sun.

37 there seems to have been but little which was attractive about this castle. it was surrounded by a moat, which wilhelmina describes as a “black, abominable ditch.” its pets were shrieking eagles, and two black bears ugly and vicious. its interior accommodations were at the farthest possible remove from luxurious indulgence. “it was a dreadfully crowded place,” says wilhelmina, “where you are stuffed into garrets and have not room to turn.”

still wusterhausen was but a hunting-lodge, which was occupied by the king only during a few weeks in the autumn. fritz had many playmates—his brothers and sisters, his cousins, and the children of general finkenstein. to most boys, the streams, and groves, and ponds of wusterhausen, abounding with fish and all kinds of game, with ponies to drive and boats to row, with picturesque walks and drives, would have been full of charms. but the tastes of fritz did not lie in that direction. he does not seem to have become strongly attached to any of his young companions, except to his sister wilhelmina. the affection and confidence which united their hearts were truly beautiful. they encountered together some of the severest of life’s trials, but heartfelt sympathy united them. the nickname which these children gave their unamiable father was stumpy.

there were other abodes of the king, the berlin and potsdam palaces, which retained much of the splendor with which they had been embellished by the splendor-loving monarch, frederick i. there were but few regal mansions in the world which then surpassed them. and though the king furnished his own apartments with spartan simplicity and rudeness, there were other portions of these royal residences, as also their surroundings in general, which were magnificent in the highest degree. the health of little fritz was rather frail, and at times he found it hard to devote himself to his sturdy tasks with the energy which his father required.

though fritz wrote a legible business hand, was well instructed in most points of useful knowledge, and had a very decided taste for elegant literature, he never attained correctness in spelling. the father was bitterly opposed to latin. perhaps it was the prohibition which inspired the son with an intense desire to learn that language. he took secret lessons. his vigilant father38 caught him in the very act, with dictionary and grammar, and a teacher by his side. the infuriated king, volleying forth his rage, would have caned the teacher had he not in terror fled.5

the king soon learned, to his inexpressible displeasure and mortification, that his boy was not soldierly in his tastes; that he did not love the rude adventures of the chase, or the exposure and hardships which a martial life demands. he had caught fritz playing the flute, and even writing verses. he saw that he was fond of graceful attire, and that he was disposed to dress his hair in the french fashion. he was a remarkably handsome boy, of fine figure, with a lady’s hand and foot, and soft blonde locks carefully combed. all this the king despised. scornfully and indignantly he exclaimed, “my son is a flute-player and a poet!” in his vexation he summoned fritz to his presence, called in the barber, and ordered his flowing locks to be cut off, cropped, and soaped in the most rigid style of military cut.

the father was now rapidly forming a strong dislike to the character of his son. in nothing were they in harmony. five princesses had been born, sisters of fritz. at last another son was born, augustus william, ten years younger than frederick. the king turned his eyes to him, hoping that he would be more in sympathy with the paternal heart. his dislike for fritz grew continually more implacable, until it assumed the aspect of bitter hatred.

sophie dorothee tenderly loved her little fritz, and, with a mother’s fondness, endeavored to shield him, in every way in her power, from his father’s brutality. wilhelmina also clung to her brother with devotion which nothing could disturb. thus both mother and daughter incurred in some degree the hatred with which the father regarded his son. it will be remembered that the mother of fritz was daughter of george i. of england. her brother subsequently became george ii. he had a son, fred, about the age of wilhelmina, and a daughter, amelia, six months older than fritz. the mother, sophie dorothee, had set her heart upon a double marriage—of wilhelmina with fred,39 and of fritz with amelia. but many obstacles arose in the way of these nuptials.

making a soldier of him.

george was a taciturn, jealous, sullen old man, who quarreled with his son, who was then prince of wales. the other powers of europe were decidedly opposed to this double marriage, as it would, in their view, create too intimate a union between prussia and england, making them virtually one. frederick william also vexatiously threw hinderances in the way. but the heart of the loving mother, sophie dorothee, was fixed upon these nuptials. for years she left no efforts of diplomacy or intrigue untried to accomplish her end. george i. is represented40 by horace walpole as a stolid, stubborn old german, living in a cloud of tobacco-smoke, and stupefying his faculties with beer. he had in some way formed a very unfavorable opinion of wilhelmina, considering her, very falsely, ungainly in person and fretful in disposition. but at last the tact of sophie dorothee so far prevailed over her father, the british king, that he gave his somewhat reluctant but positive consent to the double matrimonial alliance. this was in 1723. wilhelmina was then fourteen years of age. fritz, but eleven years old, was too young to think very deeply upon the subject of his marriage. the young english fred bore at that time the title of the duke of gloucester. he soon sent an envoy to prussia, probably to convey to his intended bride presents and messages of love. the interview took place in the palace of charlottenburg, a few miles out from berlin. the vivacious wilhelmina, in the following terms, describes the interview in her journal:

“there came, in those weeks, one of the duke of gloucester’s gentlemen to berlin. the queen had a soiree. he was presented to her as well as to me. he made a very obliging compliment on his master’s part. i blushed and answered only by a courtesy. the queen, who had her eye on me, was very angry that i had answered the duke’s compliments in mere silence, and rated me sharply for it, and ordered me, under pain of her indignation, to repair that fault to-morrow. i retired all in tears to my room, exasperated against the queen and against the duke. i vowed i would never marry him.

“meanwhile the king of england’s time of arrival was drawing nigh. we repaired on the 6th of october to charlottenburg to receive him. my heart kept beating. i was in cruel agitations. king george arrived on the 8th about seven in the evening. the king of prussia, the queen, and all their suite received him in the court of the palace, the apartments being on the ground floor. so soon as he had saluted the king and queen i was presented to him. he embraced me, and, turning to the queen, said, ‘your daughter is very large of her age.’ he gave the queen his hand and led her into her apartment, whither every body followed them. as soon as i came in he took a light from the table and surveyed me from head to foot. i stood motionless as a statue, and was much put out of countenance. all41 this went on without his uttering the least word. having thus passed me in review, he addressed himself to my brother, whom he caressed much and amused himself with for a good while.

“the queen made me a sign to follow her, and passed into a neighboring apartment, where she had the english and germans of king george’s suite successively presented to her. after some talk with these gentlemen she withdrew, leaving me to entertain them, and saying, ‘speak english to my daughter; you will find she speaks it very well.’ i felt much less embarrassed when the queen was gone, and, picking up a little courage, entered into conversation with these english. as i spoke their language like my mother tongue i got pretty well out of the affair, and every body seemed charmed with me. they made my eulogy to the queen; told her i had quite the english air, and was made to be their sovereign one day. it was saying a great deal on their part; for these english think themselves so much above all other people that they imagine that they are paying a high compliment when they tell any one he has got english manners.

“their king” (wilhelmina’s grandfather) “was of extreme gravity, and hardly spoke a word to any body. he saluted madam sonsfeld, my governess, very coldly, and asked if i was always so serious, and if my humor was of a melancholy turn. ‘any thing but that, sire,’ answered madam sonsfeld; ‘but the respect she has for your majesty prevents her from being as sprightly as she commonly is.’ he shook his head and said nothing. the reception he had given me, and this question, gave me such a chill that i never had the courage to speak to him.”

the wife of george i., the mother of sophie dorothee, was the subject of one of the saddest of earthly tragedies. her case is still involved in some obscurity. she was a beautiful, haughty, passionate princess of zelle when she married her cousin george, elector of hanover. george became jealous of count k?nigsmark, a very handsome courtier of commanding address. in an angry altercation with his wife, it is said that the infuriate husband boxed her ears. suddenly, on the 1st of july, 1694, count k?nigsmark disappeared. mysteriously he vanished from earth, and was heard of no more. the unhappy wife, who had given birth to the daughter sophie dorothee, bearing her mother’s name, and to a son, afterward george ii., almost frenzied with42 rage, was divorced from her husband, and was locked up in the gloomy castle of ahlden, situated in the solitary moors of luneburg heath. here she was held in captivity for thirty years, until she died. in the mean time, george, ascending the throne of england, solaced himself in the society of female favorites, none of whom he honored with the title of wife. the raging captive of ahlden, who seems never to have become submissive to her lot, could, of course, exert no influence in the marriage of her grandchildren.

wilhelmina says that her grandpapa george was intolerably proud after he had attained the dignity of king of england, and that he was much disposed to look down upon her father, the king of prussia, as occupying a very inferior position. vexatiously he delayed signing the marriage treaty, to which he had given a verbal assent, evading the subject and presenting frivolous excuses. the reputation of the english fred was far from good. he had attained eighteen years of age, was very unattractive in personal appearance, and extremely dissolute. george i., morose and moody, was only rendered more obstinate by being pressed. these delays exasperated frederick william, who was far from being the meekest of men. poor sophie dorothee was annoyed almost beyond endurance. wilhelmina took the matter very coolly, for she declared that she cared nothing about her cousin fred, and that she had no wish to marry him.

the months rolled rapidly on, and fritz, having entered his fourteenth year, was appointed by his father, in may, 1725, captain in the potsdam grenadier guard. this giant regiment has attained world-wide renown, solely from the peculiarity of its organization. such a body of men never existed before, never will again. it was one of the singular freaks of the prussian king to form a grenadier guard of men of gigantic stature. in the prosecution of this senseless aim not only his own realms were ransacked, but europe and even asia was explored in search of giants. the army was with frederick william the great object of life, and the giant guard was the soul of the army. this guard consisted of three battalions, 800 in each, 2400 in all. the shortest of the men were nearly seven feet high. the tallest were almost nine feet in height. they had been gathered, at an enormous expense, out of every country where they could be found. no greater favor could be conferred upon the king than to obtain for him a giant. many amusing anecdotes are related of the stratagems to which the king resorted to obtain these mammoth soldiers. portraits were painted of all of them. frederick william paid very little regard to individual rights or to the law of nations if any chance presented itself by which he could seize upon one of these monster men. reigning in absolutism, compared with which the despotism of turkey is mild, if he found in his domains any young woman of remarkable stature, he would compel her to marry one of his giants. it does not, however, appear that he thus succeeded in perpetuating a gigantic race.

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captain of the giant guards.

44 prussian recruiters were sent in all directions to search with eagle eyes for candidates for the potsdam guard. their pay was higher than that of any other troops, and they enjoyed unusual privileges. their drill and discipline were as perfect as could by any possibility be achieved. the following stories are apparently well-authenticated, describing the means to which the king often resorted to obtain these men.

in the town of zulich there was a very tall young carpenter by the name of zimmerman. a prussian recruiting officer, in disguise, baron von hompesch, entered the shop and ordered a stout chest to be made, “six feet six inches in length, at least—at all events, longer than yourself, mr. zimmerman. mind you,” he added, “if too short it will be of no service to me.” at the appointed time he called for the chest. looking at it, he exclaimed, in apparent disappointment, “too short, as i dreaded!” “i am certain it is over six feet six,” said the carpenter, taking out his rule. “but i said that it was to be longer than yourself,” was the reply. “well, it is,” rejoined the carpenter. to prove it, he jumped into the chest. hompesch slammed down the lid, locked it, whistled, and three stout fellows came in, who shouldered the chest and carried it through the streets to a remote place outside of the town. here the chest was opened, and poor zimmerman was found dead, stifled to death.

on another occasion, an austrian gentleman, m. von bentenrieder, who was exceedingly tall, was journeying from vienna to berlin as the embassador from the emperor charles vi. to the congress of cambrai. when near halberstadt some part of his carriage broke. while the smith was repairing it, m. bentenrieder walked on. he passed a prussian guard-house, alone, in plain clothes, on foot, an immensely tall, well-formed man. it was too rich a prize to be lost. the officials seized him, and hurried him into the guard-house. but soon his carriage came along with his suite. he was obsequiously hailed as “your excellency.” the recruiting officers of frederick william, mortified and chagrined, with many apologies released the embassador of the emperor.

as we have mentioned, the agents of the king of prussia were45 eager to kidnap tall men, in whatever country they could find them. this greatly exasperated the rulers of the various realms of all sizes and conditions which surrounded the prussian territory. frederick william was always ready to apologize, and to aver that each individual act was done without his orders or knowledge. still, there was no abatement of this nuisance. several seizures had been made in hanover, which was the hereditary domain of george i., king of england. george was very angry. he was increasingly obstinate in withholding his assent to the double marriage, and even, by way of reprisal, seized several of the subjects of frederick william, whom he caught in hanover.

sophie dorothee seemed to have but one thought—the double marriage. this would make wilhelmina queen of england, and would give her dear son frederick an english princess for his bride. her efforts, embarrassments, disappointments, were endless. frederick william began to be regarded by the other powers as a very formidable man, whose alliance was exceedingly desirable. his army, of sixty thousand men, rapidly increasing, was as perfect in drill and discipline as ever existed. it was thoroughly furnished with all the appliances of war. the king himself, living in spartan simplicity, and cutting down the expenses of his court to the lowest possible figure, was consecrating the resources of his realm to the promotion of its physical strength, and was accumulating iron-bound casks of gold and silver coin in the cellars of his palace. it became a matter of much moment to every court in europe whether such a monarch should be its enemy or its ally.

after a long series of intrigues, a narrative of which would not interest the reader, frederick william was induced to enter into an alliance, offensive and defensive, with the emperor charles vi. of germany. this was renouncing the alliance with england, and threw an additional obstacle in the way of the double marriage. sophie dorothee was bitterly disappointed, and yet pertinaciously struggled on to accomplish her end.

there was an institution, if we may so call it, in the palace of the king of prussia which became greatly renowned, and which was denominated “the tobacco college,” or “tobacco parliament.” it consisted simply of a smoking-room very plainly furnished,46 where the king and about a dozen of his confidential advisers met to smoke and to talk over, with perfect freedom and informality, affairs of state. carlyle thus quaintly describes this tabagie:

the tobacco parliament.

“any room that was large enough, and had height of ceiling and air circulation, and no cloth furniture, would do. and in each palace is one, or more than one, that has been fixed upon and fitted out for that object. a high room, as the engravings give it us; contented, saturnine human figures, a dozen or so of them, sitting around a large, long table furnished for the occasion; a long dutch pipe in the mouth of each man; supplies of knaster easily accessible; small pan of burning peat, in the dutch fashion (sandy native charcoal, which burns slowly without smoke), is at your left hand; at your right a jug, which i find to consist of excellent, thin, bitter beer; other costlier materials for drinking, if you want such, are not beyond reach. on side-tables stand wholesome cold meats, royal rounds of beef not wanting, with bread thinly sliced and buttered; in a rustic, but neat and abundant way, such innocent accommodations, narcotic or nutritious, gaseous, fluid, and solid, as human nature can require.47 perfect equality is the rule; no rising or no notice taken when any body enters or leaves. let the entering man take his place and pipe without obligatory remarks. if he can not smoke, let him at least affect to do so, and not ruffle the established stream of things. and so puff, slowly puff! and any comfortable speech that is in you, or none, if you authentically have not any.”

distinguished strangers were often admitted to the tabagie. the crown prince fritz was occasionally present, though always reluctantly. the other children of this numerous family not unfrequently came in to bid papa good-night. here every thing was talked of, with entire freedom, all court gossip, the adventures of the chase, diplomacy, and the administrative measures of the government. frederick william had but very little respect for academic culture. he had scarcely the slightest acquaintance with books, and gathered around him mainly men whose knowledge was gained in the practical employments of life. it would seem, from many well-authenticated anecdotes, which have come down to us from the tabagie, that these smoking companions of the king, like frederick william himself, must have been generally a coarse set of men.

one of this smoking cabinet was a celebrated adventurer named gundling, endowed with wonderful encyclopedian knowledge, and an incorrigible drunkard. he had been every where, seen every thing, and remembered all which he had either heard or seen. frederick william had accidentally picked him up, and, taking a fancy to him, had clothed him, pensioned him, and introduced him to his tabagie, where his peculiar character often made him the butt of ridicule. he was excessively vain, wore a scarlet coat, and all manner of pranks were cut up by these boon companions, in the midst of their cups, at his expense.

another adventurer, by the name of fassman, who had written books, and who made much literary pretension, had come to berlin and also got introduced to the tabagie. he was in character very like gundling, and the two could never agree. fassman could be very sarcastic and bitter in his speech. one evening, as the king and his smoking cabinet were sitting enveloped in the clouds which they were breathing forth, and were all muddled with tobacco and beer—for the king himself was a hard drinker—fassman so enraged gundling by some cutting48 remarks, that the latter seized his pan of burning peat and red-hot sand and dashed it into the face of his antagonist. fassman, who was much the more powerful of the two, was seriously burned. he instantly grasped his antagonist, dragged him down, and beat him savagely with his hot pan, amidst roars of laughter from the beer-stupefied bacchanals.

the half-intoxicated king gravely suggests that such conduct is hardly seemly among gentlemen; that the duel is the more chivalric way of settling such difficulties. fassman challenges gundling. they meet with pistols. it is understood by the seconds that it is to be rather a pickwickian encounter. the trembling gundling, when he sees his antagonist before him, with the deadly weapon in his hand, throws his pistol away, which his considerate friends had harmlessly loaded with powder only, declaring that he would not shoot any man, or have any man shoot him. fassman sternly advances with his harmless pistol, and shoots the powder into gundling’s wig. it blazes into a flame. with a shriek gundling falls to the ground as if dead. a bucket of water extinguishes the flames, and roars of laughter echo over the chivalric field of combat.

such was the tobacco parliament in its trivial aspects. but it had also its serious functions. many questions were discussed there which stirred men’s souls, and which roused the ambition or the wrath of the stern old king to the utmost pitch.

we have now reached the year 1726. the emperor of germany declares that he can never give his consent to the double marriage with the english princes. frederick william, who is not at all fond of his wife’s relatives, and is annoyed by the hesitancy which his father-in-law has manifested in reference to it, is also turning his obstinate will against the nuptial alliance. a more imperative and inflexible man never breathed. this year the unhappy wife of george i. died, unreconciled, wretched, exasperated, after thirty years’ captivity in the castle of ahlden. darker and darker seemed the gloom which enveloped the path of sophie dorothee. she still clung to the marriages as the dearest hope of her heart. it was with her an ever-present thought. but frederick william was the most obdurate and obstinate of mortals.

“the wide, overarching sky,” writes carlyle, “looks down on49 no more inflexible sovereign man than him, in the red-collared blue coat and white leggins, with the bamboo in his hand; a peaceable, capacious, not ill-given sovereign man, if you will let him have his way; but to bar his way, to tweak the nose of his sovereign royalty, and ignominiously force him into another way, that is an enterprise no man or devil, or body of men or devils, need attempt. the first step in such an attempt will require to be the assassination of frederick wilhelm, for you may depend upon it, royal sophie, so long as he is alive the feat can not be done.”

while these scenes were transpiring the crown prince was habitually residing at potsdam, a favorite royal residence about seventeen miles west from berlin. here he was rigidly attending to his duties in the giant regiment. we have now, in our narrative, reached the year 1727. fritz is fifteen years of age. he is attracting attention by his vivacity, his ingenuous, agreeable manners, and his fondness for polite literature. he occasionally is summoned by his father to the smoking cabinet. but the delicacy of his physical organization is such that he loathes tobacco, and only pretends to smoke, with mock gravity puffing from his empty, white clay pipe. neither has he any relish for the society which he meets there. though faithful to the mechanical duties of the drill, they were very irksome to him. his books and his flute were his chief joy. voltaire was just then rising to celebrity in france. his writings began to attract the attention of literary men throughout europe. fritz, in his youthful enthusiasm, was charmed by them. in the latter part of june, 1729, a courier brought the intelligence to berlin that george i. had suddenly died of apoplexy. he was on a journey to hanover when he was struck down on the road. almost insensible, he was conveyed, on the full gallop, to osnabrück, where his brother, who was a bishop, resided, and where medical aid could be obtained. but the shaft was fatal. at midnight his carriage reached osnabrück. the old man, sixty-seven years of age, was heard to murmur, “it is all over with me,” and his spirit passed away to the judgment.

the death of george i. affected the strange frederick william very deeply. he not only shed tears, but, if we may be pardoned the expression, blubbered like a child. his health seemed50 to fail, and hypochondria, in its most melancholy form, tormented him. as is not unusual in such cases, he became excessively religious. every enjoyment was deemed sinful, if we except the indulgence in an ungovernable temper, which the self-righteous king made no attempt to curb. wilhelmina, describing this state of things with her graphic pen, writes:

“he condemned all pleasures; damnable all of them, he said. you were to speak of nothing but the word of god only. all other conversation was forbidden. it was always he who carried on the improving talk at table, where he did the office of reader, as if it had been a refectory of monks. the king treated us to a sermon every afternoon. his valet de chambre gave out a psalm, which we all sang. you had to listen to this sermon with as much devout attention as if it had been an apostle’s. my brother and i had all the mind in the world to laugh. we tried hard to keep from laughing, but often we burst out. thereupon reprimand, with all the anathemas of the church hurled on us, which we had to take with a contrite, penitent air—a thing not easy to bring your face to at the moment.”

in this frame of mind, the king began to talk seriously of abdicating in favor of frederick, and of retiring from the cares of state to a life of religious seclusion in his country seat at wusterhausen. he matured his plan quite to the details. wilhelmina thus describes it:

“he used to say that he would reserve for himself ten thousand crowns a year, and retire with the queen and his daughters to wusterhausen. ‘there,’ added he, ‘i will pray to god, and manage the farming economy, while my wife and girls take care of the household matters. you, wilhelmina, are clever; i will give you the inspection of the linen, which you shall mend and keep in order, taking good charge of laundry matters. frederica, who is miserly, shall have charge of all the stores of the house. charlotte shall go to market and buy our provisions. my wife shall take charge of the little children and of the kitchen.’”

at that time the family consisted of nine children. next to wilhelmina and fritz came frederica, thirteen; charlotte, eleven; sophie dorothee, eight; ulrique, seven; august wilhelm, five; amelia, four; and henry, a babe in arms.

51 some of the courtiers, in order to divert the king from his melancholy, and from these ideas of abdication, succeeded in impressing upon him the political necessity of visiting augustus, the king of poland, at dresden. the king did not intend to take fritz with him. but wilhelmina adroitly whispered a word to baron suhm, the polish embassador, and obtained a special invitation for the crown prince. it is a hundred miles from berlin to dresden—a distance easily traversed by post in a day. it was the middle of january, 1728, when the prussian king reached dresden, followed the day after by his son. they were sumptuously entertained for four weeks in a continuous round of magnificent amusements, from which the melancholic king of prussia recoiled, but could not well escape.

augustus, king of poland, called “augustus the strong,” was a man of extraordinary physical vigor and muscular strength. it was said that he could break horseshoes with his hands, and crush half-crowns between his finger and thumb. he was an exceedingly profligate man, introducing to his palaces scenes of sin and shame which could scarcely have been exceeded in rome in the most corrupt days of the c?sars. though frederick william, a stanch protestant, was a crabbed, merciless man, drinking deeply and smoking excessively, he was irreproachable in morals, according to the ordinary standard. augustus, nominally a catholic, and zealously advocating political catholicism, though a good-natured, rather agreeable man, recognized no other law of life than his own pleasure.

augustus had formed apparently the deliberate resolve to test his visitor by the most seductive and adroitly-arranged temptations. but, so far as frederick william was concerned, he utterly failed. upon one occasion his prussian majesty, when conducted by augustus, whirled around and indignantly left the room. that evening, through his minister, grumkow, he informed the king of poland that if there were any repetition of such scenes he would immediately leave dresden.

fritz, however, had not his father’s strength to resist the allurements of this wicked court. he was but sixteen years of age. from childhood he had been kept secluded from the world, and had been reared under the sternest discipline. he was remarkably handsome, full of vivacity, which qualified him to shine52 in any society, and was heir to the prussian monarchy. he was, consequently, greatly caressed, and every conceivable inducement was presented to him to lure him into the paths of guilty pleasure. he fell. from such a fall one never on earth recovers. even though repentance and reformation come, a scar is left upon the soul which time can not efface.

this visit to dresden, so fatal to fritz, was closed on the 12th of february. the dissipation of those four weeks introduced the crown prince to habits which have left an indelible stain upon his reputation, and which poisoned his days. upon his return to potsdam he was seized with a fit of sickness, and for many years his health remained feeble. but he had entered upon the downward course. his chosen companions were those who were in sympathy with his newly-formed tastes. the career of dissipation into which the young prince had plunged could not be concealed from his eagle-eyed father. the king’s previous dislike to his son was converted into contempt and hatred, which feelings were at times developed in almost insane ebullitions of rage.

still the queen-mother, sophie dorothee, clung to the double marriage. her brother, george ii., was now king of england. his son fred, who had been intended for wilhelmina, was not a favorite of his father’s, and had not yet been permitted to go to england. in may, 1728, he was twenty-one years of age. he was living idly in hanover, impatient to wed his cousin wilhelmina, who was then nineteen years of age. he seems to have secretly contemplated, in conference with wilhelmina’s mother, sophie dorothee, a trip incognito to berlin, where he would marry the princess clandestinely, and then leave it with the royal papas to settle the difficulty the best way they could. the plan was not executed. wilhelmina manifested coquettish indifference to the whole matter. she, however, writes that queen sophie was so confidently expecting him that “she took every ass or mule for his royal highness.”

in may the king of poland returned the visit of frederick william. he came with a numerous retinue and in great splendor. during the past year his unhappy wife had died; and he, then fifty-five years of age, was seeking to bargain for the hand of wilhelmina, hoping, by an alliance with prussia, to promote53 some of his political schemes. the wicked old polish king was much broken by age and his “terrible debaucheries.” he had recently suffered the amputation of two toes from an ulcerated foot, which no medical skill could cure. he was brought into the palace at berlin in a sedan, covered with red velvet embroidered with gold. wilhelmina had no suspicion of the object of his visit, and was somewhat surprised by the intensity of his gaze and his glowing compliments. diplomatic obstacles arose which silenced the question of the marriage before wilhelmina knew that it had been contemplated.

fritz had been for some time confined to his chamber and to his bed. he was now getting out again. by his mother’s persuasion he wrote to his aunt, queen caroline of england, expressing, in the strongest terms, his love for her daughter the princess amelia, and his unalterable determination never to marry unless he could lead her to the altar. though frederick william knew nothing of these intrigues, he hated his son with daily increasing venom. sometimes, in a surly fit, he would not speak to him or recognize him. again he would treat him with studied contempt, at the table refusing to give him any food, leaving him to fast while the others were eating. not unfrequently, according to wilhelmina’s account, he even boxed his ears, and smote him with his cane. wilhelmina gives us one of the letters of her brother to his father about this time, and the characteristic paternal answer. frederick writes, under date of september 11, 1728, from wusterhausen:

“my dear papa,—i have not, for a long while, presumed to come near my dear papa, partly because he forbade me, but chiefly because i had reason to expect a still worse reception than usual; and for fear of angering my dear papa by my present request, i have preferred making it in writing to him.

“i therefore beg my dear papa to be gracious to me; and can here say that, after long reflection, my conscience has not accused me of any the least thing with which i could reproach myself. but if i have, against my will and knowledge, done any thing which has angered my dear papa, i herewith most submissively beg forgiveness, and hope my dear papa will lay aside that cruel hatred which i can not but notice in all his treatment of me. i54 could not otherwise suit myself to it, as i always thought i had a gracious papa, and now have to see the contrary. i take confidence, then, and hope that my dear papa will consider all this, and again be gracious to me. and in the mean while i assure him that i will never, all my days, fail with my will; and, notwithstanding his disfavor to me, remain my dear papa’s most faithful and obedient servant and son,

frederick.”

the returning messenger took back the following reply. it was, as usual, ungrammatical, miserably spelled, and confused. contemptuously the king spoke of his son in the third person, writing he and his instead of you and yours. abruptly he commences:

“his obstinate perverse disposition which does not love his father; for when one does every thing, and really loves one’s father, one does what the father requires, not while he is there to see it, but when his back is turned too. for the rest he knows very well that i can endure no effeminate fellow who has no human inclination in him; who puts himself to shame, can not ride or shoot; and, withal, is dirty in his person, frizzles his hair like a fool, and does not cut it off. and all this i have a thousand times reprimanded, but all in vain, and no improvement in nothing. for the rest, haughty; proud as a churl; speaks to nobody but some few, and is not popular and affable; and cuts grimaces with his face as if he were a fool; and does my will in nothing but following his own whims; no use to him in any thing else. this is the answer.

frederick william.”

still the question of the marriages remained the subject of innumerable intrigues. there were several claimants for the hand of wilhelmina, and many nuptial alliances suggested for fritz. frederick william proposed the marriage of wilhelmina to fred, the prince of wales, and to let the marriage of fritz and amelia for the present remain undecided. but england promptly replied “no; both marriages or none.” it is intimated by the ministers of the prussian king that he was influenced in his vacillating course respecting the marriages not only by his doubts whether the english or a german alliance would be most desirable,55 but also by avarice, as he knew not what dowry he could secure with the english princess, and by jealousy, as he was very unwilling to add to the importance and the power of his hated son fritz. he also disliked extremely his brother-in-law, george ii.6

about the middle of january, 1729, the king went upon a hunt with his companions, taking with him fritz, who he knew detested the rough barbaric sport. this hunting expedition to the wilds of brandenburg and pommern was one of great renown. three thousand six hundred and two wild swine these redoubtable nimrods boasted as the fruits of their prowess. frederick william was an economical prince. he did not allow one pound of this vast mass of wild pork to be wasted. every man, according to his family, was bound to take a certain portion at a fixed price. from this fierce raid through swamps and jungles in pursuit of wild boars the king returned to potsdam. soon after he was taken sick. having ever been a hard drinker, it is not strange that his disease proved to be the gout. he was any thing but an amiable patient. the pangs of the disease extorted from him savage growls, and he vented his spleen upon all who came within the reach of his crutch or the hearing of his tongue. still, even when suffering most severely, he never omitted any administrative duties. his secretaries every morning came in with their papers, and he issued his orders with his customary rigorous devotion to business. it was remarked that this strange man would never allow a profane expression or an indelicate allusion in his presence. this sickness lasted five weeks, and wilhelmina writes, “the pains of purgatory could not equal those which we endured.”

during this sickness a very curious scene occurred, characteristic of the domestic life of this royal family. the second daughter, frederica louisa, “beautiful as an angel, and a spoiled child of fifteen,” was engaged to the marquis of anspach. we will allow wilhelmina to describe the event which took place at the56 table. it was early in march, 1729, while the king was still suffering from the gout:

“at table his majesty told the queen that he had letters from anspach; the young marquis to be at berlin in may for his wedding; that m. bremer, his tutor, was just coming with the ring of betrothal for louisa. he asked my sister if that gave her pleasure, and how she would regulate her housekeeping when married. my sister had got into the way of telling him whatever she thought, and home truths sometimes, without his taking it ill. she answered, with her customary frankness, that she would have a good table, which should be delicately served, and, added she, ‘which shall be better than yours. and if i have children i will not maltreat them like you, nor force them to eat what they have an aversion to.’

“‘what do you mean by that?’ replied the king; ‘what is there wanting at my table?’

“‘there is this wanting,’ she said, ‘that one can not have enough; and the little there is consists of coarse pot-herbs that nobody can eat.’

“the king, as was not unnatural, had begun to get angry at her first answer. this last put him quite in a fury. but all his anger fell on my brother and me. he first threw a plate at my brother’s head, who ducked out of the way. he then let fly another at me, which i avoided in like manner. a hail-storm of abuse followed these first hostilities. he rose into a passion against the queen, reproaching her with the bad training which she gave her children, and, addressing my brother, said,

“‘you have reason to curse your mother, for it is she who causes your being an ill-governed fellow. i had a preceptor,’ continued he, ‘who was an honest man. i remember always a story which he told me in his youth. there was a man at carthage who had been condemned to die for many crimes he had committed. while they were leading him to execution he desired he might speak to his mother. they brought his mother. he came near, as if to whisper something to her, and bit away a piece of her ear. “i treat you thus,” said he, “to make you an example to all parents who take no heed to bring up their children in the practice of virtue.” make the application,’ continued he, always addressing my brother; and, getting no answer57 from him, he again set to abusing us till he could speak no longer.

royalty at dinner.

“we rose from table. as we had to pass near him in going out, he aimed a great blow at me with his crutch, which, if i had not jerked away from it, would have ended me. he chased me for a while in his wheel-chair, but the people drawing it gave me time to escape to the queen’s chamber.”

that evening wilhelmina was taken sick with burning fever and severe pain. still she was compelled to rise from her bed and attend a court party. the next morning she was worse. the king, upon being told of it, exclaimed gruffly, “ill? i will58 cure you!” and compelled her to swallow a large draught of wine. soon her sickness showed itself to be small-pox. great was the consternation of her mother, from the fear that, even should she survive, her beauty would be so marred that the english prince would no longer desire her as his bride. fortunately she escaped without a scar.