m
among the heroes of the Seven Years' War.

In speaking of the necessity of a monument in memory of his best beloved
brother, Augustus William, he alluded to the statue of Winterfeldt, and
added: "L'abus des richesses et du pouvoir eleve des statues de marbre
et de bronze a ceux qui n'etaient pas dignes de passer a la posterite
sous l'embleme de l'honneur."--Rouille's "Vie du Prince Henry."

Recently a signal honor has been shown to Prince Augustus William,
his statue has the principal place on the monument erected in honor of
Frederick the Great in Berlin.--Rouille.]

His mind wandered, and he thought he was on the battle-field, and called
out, loudly:

"Forward! forward to the death!"

Then all was still but the song of the birds and the sighing winds.

Laura knelt and prayed. When she turned her glance from the cloudless
heavens upon her beloved, his countenance was changed. There was a glory
about it, and his great, wide-opened eyes flashed with inspiration; he
raised his dying head and greeted the trees and flowers with his last
glance.

"How beautiful is the world when one is about to die," said he, with a
sweet smile. "Farewell, world! Farewell, Laura! Come, take me in your
arms--let me die in the arms of love! Hate has its reign in this
world, but love goes down with us into the cold grave.
Farewell!--farewell!--farewell!"

His head fell upon Laura's shoulder; one last gasp, one last shudder,
and the heir of a throne, the future ruler of millions, was nothing but
a corpse.

The trees whispered gayly--no cloud shadowed the blue heavens; the birds
sang, the flowers bloomed, and yet in that eventful moment a prince was
born, a pardoned soul was wafted to the skies.

Love pressed the last kiss upon the poor, wan lips; love closed the
weary eyes; love wept over him; love prayed for his soul.

"Hate has her reign in this poor world, love goes down with us into the
dark tomb."

BOOK IV.

CHAPTER I. THE KING AND HIS OLD AND NEW ENEMIES.

Three years, three long, terrible years had passed since the beginning
of this fearful war; since King Frederick of Prussia had stood alone,
without any ally but distant England, opposed by all Europe.

These three years had somewhat undeceived the proud and self-confident
enemies of Frederick. The pope still called him the Marquis of
Brandenburg, and the German emperor declared that, notwithstanding the
adverse circumstances threatening him on every sid