rs your situation every
way, to a vehement young Princess's idea, is rather of the horrible
sort. After dinner, his Majesty sleeps, stretched perhaps on some wooden
settle or garden-chair, for about an hour; regardless of the flaming
heat, under his awning or not; and we poor Princesses have to wait,
praying all the Saints that they would resuscitate him soon. This is
about 2 p.m.; happier Fritz is gone to his lessons, in the interim.

These four Terraces, this rectangular Schloss with the four big lindens
at the corners, are surrounded by a Moat; black abominable ditch,
Wilhelmina calls it; of the hue of Tartarean Styx, and of a far worse
smell, in fact enough to choke one, in hot days after dinner, thinks
the vehement Princess. Three Bridges cross this Moat or ditch, from the
middle of three several Terraces or sides of the Schloss; and on the
fourth it is impassable. Bridge first, coming from the palisade and
Office-house Court, has not only human sentries walking at it; but two
white Eagles perch near it, and two black ditto, symbols of the heraldic
Prussian Eagle, screeching about in their littery way; item two black
Bears, ugly as Sin, which are vicious wretches withal, and many times do
passengers a mischief. As perhaps we shall see, on some occasion. This
is Bridge first, leading to the Court and to the outer Highway; a King's
gentleman, going to bed at night, has always to pass these Bears.
Bridge second leads us southward to a common Mill which is near by;
its clacking audible upon the common Stream of the region, and not
unpleasant to his Majesty, among its meadows fringed with alders, in
a country of mere and moor. Bridge third, directly opposite to Bridge
first and its Bears, leads you to the Garden; whither Mamma, playing
tocadille all day with her women, will not, or will not often enough,
let us poor girls go. [Zollner, _Briefe uber Schlesien_ (Berlin, 1792),
i. 2, 3; Wilhelmina, i. 364, 365.]

Such is Wusterhausen, as delineated by a vehement Princess, some years
hence,--who becomes at last intelligible, by study and the aid of our
Silesian Tourist. It is not distinguished among Country Palaces: but the
figure of Friedrich Wilhelm asleep there after dinner, regardless of the
flaming sun (should he sleep too long and the shadow of his Linden quit
him),--this is a sight which no other Palace in the world can match;
this will long render Wusterhausen memorable to me. His Majesty, early
always as the swall