weeks in great splendor ofwelcome;--poor old gentleman, his one
son is now dead; and things are getting earnest with him. On his
return home, this time, he finds, according to order, the foul
witch Gravenitz duly cleared away; reinstates his injured Duchess,
with the due feelings, better late than never; and dies in a year
or two, still childless.--

These are among the high guests at Berlin; and there are plenty of
others whom we do not name. Magnificent dining;
with "six-and-twenty blackamoors," high-colored creatures,
marching up the grand staircase, round the table, round it, and
then down again, melodious, doing "janizary music," if you happen
to prefer that kind;--trained creatures these blackamoors, all got
when boys, and set to cymballing and fifing betimes, adds my
authority. [Fassmann, p. 726, &c.] Dining, boar-hunting (if the
boar be huntable), especially reviewing, fail not in those fine
summer days.

One evening, it is Sunday, 27th of May, latish, while the high
guests, with Queen and Wilhelmina, are just passing in to supper
(King's Majesty having "gone to bed at seven," to be well astir
for the review to-morrow), a sound of wheels is heard in the
court. Modest travelling-equipage rolls up into the inner court;
to the foot of the grand staircase there, whither only Princes
come:--who can it be? The Queen sends to inquire. Heavens, it is
the Hereditary Prince of Baireuth! "Medusa's Head never produced
such effect as did this bit of news: Queen sat petrified; and I,"
by reflex, was petrified too! Wilhelmina passed the miserablest
night, no wink of sleep; and felt quite ill in the morning;--
in dread, too, of Papa's rough jests,--and wretched enough.