most joyful
self-devotion, all their temporalities and their lives as if they were
nothing."

But in the churches of the country a simple tablet was put up as a
memorial to later generations, on which was the iron cross of the Great
Time, and the names of those who had fallen.

As in these pages it has been attempted to portray, in the words of men
who have passed away, a picture of the time in which they lived, so
here we will give a record from the year 1813.

"Our son George was struck by a ball, at the age of two-and-twenty, on
the 2nd of April, at the ever-memorable engagement at Lueneburg. As a
volunteer rifleman in the light battalion of the first Pommeranian
regiment, he fought, according to the testimony of his brave leader,
Herr Major von Borcke, by his side, with courage and determination, and
thus, died for his Fatherland, German freedom, national honour, and our
beloved King. To lose him so early is hard; but it is comforting to
feel that we also have been able to give a son for this great and holy
object. We feel deeply the necessity of such a sacrifice.

"The Regierungsrath and Ober-Commissarius
Haese and his Wife."[59]

"Berlin, 9th April, 1813."

That portion of the people also who were not in the habit of expressing
their feelings in writing felt the same. When the Luetzower Gutike,[60]
in the Summer of 1813, was on his march from Berlin to Perleberg, he
found at Kletzke the landlady in mourning; she was waiting silently
upon him, and at last said suddenly, pointing with her hand to the
ground, "I have one there,--but Peter's wife has two." She felt that
her neighbour had superior claims to sympathy.

CHAPTER XII.

THE ILLNESS AND RECOVERY.
(1815-1848.)

When the volunteers of 1813 went to the field, their hope was, at some
time, to live as citizens, with their friends, in the liberated
Fatherland, enjoying the freedom, peace, and happiness, which they had
won. But it is sometimes easier to die for freedom than to live for it.

A few years after victory had been achieved, and Napoleon was prisoner
in his distant rocky island, Schliermacher said in the pulpit to his
parishioners: "It was an error when we hoped to rest in comfort after
the peace. A time is now come, when guiltless and good men are
persecuted, not only for what they do, but a