ect himself from the latter but the former
are rascals wearing the mantle of justice, to exercise their own
evil passions, from whom no man can protect himself, and they are the
greatest scoundrels in the world and deserve a double punishment. I
therefore deposed the unjust judge, and sent him to the fortress at
Spandau, that all might take warning by his fate." [Footnote: The king's
own words.--Seo "Prussia, Frederick the Great," vol. iv.]

"This Arnold trial belongs to history," said Herzberg. "The lawyers will
refer to it after the lapse of centuries, and the poor and the oppressed
will recall and bless the thoughtfulness of the great king, who would
open just as wide a gate for them to enter the heaven of justice as to
the rich and noble. This new code of laws will beam above the crown
of gold and of laurels, with the splendor of the civil crown, whose
brilliants are the tears of gratitude of your people."

"May it be so," said Frederick, with earnestness. "Now tell me, do you
know what day of the month it is?"

"Sire, it is the 30th of May.'"

"Yes, you will remember it is the anniversary of Voltaire's death, and
after I have quarrelled for two years with the priests and so-called
holy fathers at Rome, I have gained my point, and the honor shall be
shown him here in Berlin which the priests and friars have refused to
the immortal poet in his own country. To-day, exactly at the hour
which Voltaire died, the mass for the dead will be read in the Catholic
church, to free his immortal soul from purgatory. I have, indeed, no
idea of an immortal soul. If there are any, and if it has to endure the
threefold heat of which Father Tobias, of Silesia, related to me, I do
not believe that the priests, for a few thalers, can loose the unhappy
spirit from the bake-oven. But as they refuse burial to the spirit of
Voltaire, in order to insult him after death, so must I avail myself of
this occasion to offer a last homage to the great poet, which will take
place at four o'clock. Go to the mass, Herzberg, and tell me to-morrow
how it went off--whether the priests make right pious faces and burn
much incense. Adieu. Au revoir, demain."

As the king dismissed, with a friendly wave of the hand, his
confidential minister, he passed into his cabinet, remaining an
hour with his counsellors. At dinner appeared some of the generals,
weather-worn and bent, with wrinkled faces and dull eyes. Souvenirs of
the glorious years of fame and vi