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of events; it is sufficient to state that by untiring diligence through twelve years, success was obtained. Nearly all the Protestant states of Europe had given their consent, and on the 19th of January, 1701, Frederick placed the crown on his own head, and took rank accordingly as King of Prussia.

Frederic 1. had, before his assumption of the crown, married a second wife, Sophia Charlotte of Hanover, daughter of Ernest Augustus, afterwards George 1,, and sister of George II., kings of England. This truly great woman was rather depressed than elevated by her change of title from Electress to Queen. Instructed by travel, admired for her personal beauty and for genius which raised her to a higher sphere than a throne, she introduced polished manners into the Court of Berlin, far above what prevailed there before her marriage, and formed around her love of letters, science, and arts, In a word, the simple fact of her being not simply the friend, but the scientific friend, of Liebnitz, the rival of Newton, decides the exalted character of Sophia Charlotte. Among the other sex she had few, and among her own sex no equal then on earth. Four years after the coronation of her husband in 1705, Sophia paid a visit to Hanover, where she ended her days in the bosom of her family. Frederick honored her memory by splendid obsequies-her real loss he was incapable to appreciate. The contrast was, indeed, so striking as to sink below its proper level the character of William I. Thongh vain and ostentatious, there was a foundation of political sagacity in his mind. The vassal dependence on the empire or rather on Austria, if not entirely removed, was rendered nominal after Frederick assumed the crown.

There was, however, more apparent enlargement of the new kingdom than what arose from the mere influence of its title. The county of Lingen, as part of the dependencies of Nassau Orange, fell to Prussia at the death of William III., 1702. Tecklenberg, in Wesphalia, was acquired in 1707. But in the same year Prussia obtained by purchase the most remarkable of its acquisitions. This was the united territories of Neufchatel and Valengin, between France and Switzerland, and one hundred and fifty miles from any other Prussian province. This most singular province of Prussia is also a canton of Switzerland, and thus an anomaly in Eu. ropean geography and policy, as connected polity with a monarchy and republic,

having no mutual dependence on each other.

The administrative ability of Frederick I. was shown in an honorable light in the war which distracted Northern Europe during nearly the whole of his reign. To preserve the peace of his scattered territories, exposed at so many points to attack, when threatened by such neighbors as Charles XII. of Sweden, and Peter the Great of Russia, demanded talents and prudence of a very high order. Freder ic 11., his grandson, for reasons history has not revealed, contributed in his Memoirs of the House of Brandenburg, to depreciate the character of Frederic I., by representations very much at variance with the facts. There was a disposition evinced by the first king of Prussia to place more attention on show than was to the taste of either his son or grandson, and more, perhaps, than show was ever worth; but there must have been a mass of solid gold below the dross. Be that as it may, with all his extravagance, Frederic I., on the 25th of February, 1713, at his death, left a kingdom with all the germs of power unimpaired, and about a year before his demise saw the infant face of that grandson which was destined to give such lustre to his family and kingdom.

If there was ever a contrast more strong than any other between either his father or his son, such a contrast was shown between Frederic William I., and Frederic I. and II. An observation may be here premised, that the immense superiority of Frederic the Great was prejudicial to the characters of both his predeces

sors.

Frederic William, mature of years when the sceptre was placed in his hands-with a temperament in an extraordinary degree stern, rough, and unamiable. The amenities of life, and the improvement of the human mind by education, he not simply held in contempt, but seemed to regard with hate. Men of letters fled his presence, and the most eminent of them, Wolf, was actually banished. Yet this man, by a truly singular coincidence, had in another semi-barbarian, Peter I. of Russia, the only cotemporary monarch to whom he could be compared as an administrator of government, to secure and enhance national prosperity. To do real justice to Frederic William I., he ought to be contrasted with George I. and II. of England, and with Louis XV. of France. Under Frederic William the new kingdom

annually increased in strength. Economy in every branch public and domestic was pushed to parsimony, except in what regarded the military. An army of seventy thousand disciplined troops, and all the other attendant military arrangements and material were the fruits, and consolidated the throne. Stettin, a part of Guelderland, Kessel, and Limbourg, were annexed to Prussia. A treaty with Charles XII. of Sweden secured to his power that part of Pomerania, between the Oder and Peene, and Frederic William saw himself and kingdom treated with marked respect at the Conferences of Utrecht and Ras

tadt.

In the interior administration this king, so generally regarded as little above a savage, gave every encouragement in his power to agriculture and commerce. In 1733, in the twentieth year of his reign, the manufactures of the kingdom were so flourishing, that large quantities of woollen cloth were exported, as were lace, velvets, goldsmiths' work and carriages.

While thus securing the means, the main bent of Frederic William was military. Berlin resembled an immense arsenal, where every necessary branch of military preparation was in activity, and arms and warlike supplies became so abundant as to become objects of export. An orphan asylum was created for the reception of three thousand children of the military, and in its organization reigned that rigid order which characterized every institution under the influence of this monarch. Avaricious in everything else, his determination to give efficiency to his army, induced him to disregard expense to secure that object.

With a fixed plan to raise and complete in every respect, an army of seventy thousand men, Frederic William swerved not, and more than accomplished his object. Strange as it may seem, he was not endowed, except as to personal courage, with any attribute of a great general. By his tastes, narrow views in too many respects, and his obstinate prejudices, he stood an obstacle to intellectual improvement. But if his views were not grand they were useful. His excessive economy had, if not a full, at least a reasonable excuse, in the circumstances under which he was placed. His common sense was strong, and his sense of honesty and integrity unbending, and evinced in every act of his life. In his "Memoirs of Twenty Years' Residence at Berlin," Thiebault gives an instance of the inflex

ibility of Frederick William in money transactions, which affords a true picture of the man.

"One of the Receivers of Public Money at Königsberg, having in his hands a considerable amount of money for which he did not expect an immediate demand, drew from the strong box a sum of two thousand crowns, and put in its place his own obligation for prompt reimbursement. The king unexpectedly arrived, discovered the deficit, and though the officer was rich, and ready to replace the money, and though a man of unimpeach able integrity, he was tried, condemned, and executed." This was certainly extending justice to the borders of cruelty, to speak as mildly as the case admits; but we read no more of inroads on the deposits during the residue of the reign of Frederic William.

Time was advancing and an immensely superior genius was rising to use to effect, beyond all human foresight, the element for peace and war amassed by the second king of Prussia. Frederic William was only Prince Royal when, on the 24th of January, 1712, his princess, Maria Dorothy of Zell, presented to him that infant, Charles Frederic, whose name stands enrolled undoubtedly among the greatest of the children of men.

We may close our notice of the father briefly, before entering on that of the son. In fact, from what has been already stated, it must be evident that the policy and labors of Frederic William were employed in preparation rather than present use, and that, in sketching that policy and describing those labors we have already given the most important acts of that king. During the twenty years which followed the death of Frederic I., the internal affairs of Prussia were but little influenced by the neighboring states, and the hero of the succeeding age was left to rise in silence to manhood, under circumstances we shall more particularly descant upon in another article. On the 1st February, 1733, the king of distracted Poland, Augustus II., died, and left the nation, as had been the case for centuries, in a state of confusion. The son of the defunct monarch, was only one of the competitors for the crown of thorns. A party in Poland attempted to restore Stanislaus, the creature of Charles XII. of Sweden, thirty years before-an accomplished man as a private noble, and father-in-law to the king of France, but now advanced far in life, and long de

tached from the politics of the new times. Russia supported the elector of Saxony, and France Stanislaus. The emperor of Germany, Charles VI., though opposed to the preponderance of Russia in Poland, was still inore averse to see the power of France prevalent, and therefore lent his weight to the Elector of Saxony.

In the interim, Poland again presented what was seen there before on more than one occasion-by two separate and mutually inimical elections two kings were chosen. On the 12th of September, 1733, on the plains of Wola, Stanislaus was proclaimed king, but in little more than a month afterwards, the Elector of Saxony as Augustus III., aided by Russia, entered Warsaw sword in hand, seized the crown, and Stanislaus, with a price laid on his head, was driven out and with difficulty reached Dantzick. After a brave defence again a fugitive, and under different disguises, with great peril he at length obtained an asylum, and was received as a king in Marienwerder.

Once in Prussia he was safe, and it does honor to the memory of Frederic William, that he permitted his son the Prince Royal to visit and console the unfortu nate Stanislaus. These two men in many respects worthy of each other, remained several weeks together and cemented a friendship which death alone terminated.

Towards the end of his life and reign Frederic William appeared at intervals to more correctly appreciate his son, but the radical difference between them rendered affection, confidence, or even ordinary friendship impossible. As we shall see in our next article, the father and son lived far apart and distant from each other. From the close of the Polish contest in which Prussia was but partially engaged, peace prevailed generally over Europe, and left the aged king to pursue his labors, and indulge his increasing ascerbity of temper, until both were closed 31st of May, 1740, and Charles Frederick commenced his truly remarkable reign.

TRANSLATION OF HORACE.

ODE III-BOOK II.

Remember in thine hour of dark distress
To keep thy heart the same as in success ;-
Curb in thy spirit from intemperate joy,
Oh! Delius, whom death will soon destroy,
Whether thy life drags slowly on in tears,
Or thou chase pleasure through the gliding years;
While in the distant meadows you recline,
Quaffing the richest of Falernian Wine;
Where the tall pine and white-leaved poplar make
A deep dark shadow o'er the breeze-stirred lake;
Or through their winding bed the waters stray,
And flee, with trembling eagerness, away—
Here, bid them wines, and breathing odors bring,
And brief-bright roses, from the earth that spring,
Ere age has shed his snows upon thy head,

Or the three sisters snapped the gloomy thread.

Thou'lt leave thy purchased groves, thy ville, thy home,
Near which the waves of yellow Tiber roam,
Thine heir-some thoughtless, dissipated boy—
Thy piled-up treasures shall profuse enjoy.
Whether a wealthy son of high degree,
Or poor and helpless-it is nought to thee;
For all, who move, inspired by mortal breath,
Alike are victims of unsparing death.
We all are hurried to the self-same place,
And, soon or late, the lots of all our race
Leap forth, when shaken, from the fatal urn,
And drive us forth-ah! never to return.

THE VISION OF THE WINGS.

A feeble wail was heard at night,

And a stifled cry of joy,

And when the morn broke cool and light,

They bore to the mother's tearful sight
A fair and lovely boy.

All day long in quiet rest,

The child lay on its mother's breast,
That rose and fell,

Silently, slow-a sea of love-
While the frail bark it bore above,
Rocked gently with the swell.

Months passed away,
And day by day

The mother hung about her child,
As in his little cot he lay

And softly wept or smiled,

And threw his hands into the air,

Or turned above his large bright eyes
With an expression half of prayer
And half of strange surprise.

For hovering o'er the infant's head
A bright strange vision hung;
Fluttering softly, softly swaying,
Unsteadily it swung,—

As if suspended by a thread,

His own soft breath obeying.

Sometimes, with look of wild beseeching,
He marked it, as it dropped

Almost within his uncouth reaching;

And, as the vision stopped

Beyond his anxious grasp,
His little hands would clasp

With a wild chirrup of delight;

But as he saw his effort vain,

And the bright vision there again

Dancing before his sight,

Then would his eyes grow dim with tears,

Till o'er their large dissolving spheres

The soothing eyelids crept,

And the tired infant slept.

He saw his mother could not see

A presence and a mystery,

Two waving wings,

Painted with rainbow colorings,

And spangled o'er with starlike things;
No form of light was borne between-
Only the wings were seen.

Years stole away with silent feet,

And he, the little one,

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And as he sings

The wings, the wings!

Before him still they fly!

And with their graceful waverings
Entice his longing eye.

Hovering here, hovering there,
Hovering slowly everywhere,

They flash and shine among the flowers,
While dripping sheen, in golden showers,
Falls through the air, where'er they hover,
Upon the radiant things they cover.
Hunting here, hunting there,
Hunting softly everywhere,

He plucks the flowers they shine upon,
But while he plucks their light is gone;
And casting down the faded things,
Onward he starts to follow still the wings.

Years ran away with silent feet;
The boy, to manhood grown,
Within a shadowy retreat

Stood anxious and alone.

His bosom heaved with heavy sighs,
His hair hung damp and long,
But fiery purpose filled his eyes,
And his limbs were large and strong:

And there, above a gentle hill,

The wings were hovering still,

While their soft radiance, rich and warm,

Fell on a maiden's form.

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Then pauses with a fierce and sudden pain,
Then presses on again,

Till with mixed thoughts of rapture and despair,
He kneels before her there :-

With hands together prest,

He prays to her with low and passionate calls,
And, like a snow-flake pure, she flutters, falls,
And melts upon his breast.

Long in that dearest trance he hung-
Then raised his eyes; the wings that swung
In glancing circles round his head,
Afar had fled,

And wheeled, with calm and graceful flight,
Over a scene

That glowed with glories beauteously bright
Beneath their sheen.

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