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History of Friedrich II of Prussia V 8
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Carlyle's "History of Friedrich II of Prussia"
BOOK VIII.
CROWN-PRINCE RETRIEVED: LIFE AT CUSTRIN.
November, 1730-February, 1732.
Chapter I.
CHAPLAIN MULLER WAITS ON THE CROWN-PRINCE.
Friedrich's feelings at this juncture are not made known to us by
himself in the least; or credibly by others in any considerable
degree. As indeed in these confused Prussian History-Books,
copulent in nugatory pedantisms and learned marine-stores, all
that is human remains distressingly obscure to us; so seldom, and
then only as through endless clouds of ever-whirling idle dust,
can we catch the smallest direct feature of the young man, and of
his real demeanor or meaning, on the present or other occasions!
But it is evident this last phenomenon fell upon him like an
overwhelming cataract; crushed him down under the immensity of
sorrow, confusion and despair; his own death not a theory now, but
probably a near fact,--a welcome one in wild moments, and then
anon so unwelcome. Frustrate, bankrupt, chargeable with a friend's
lost life, sure enough he, for one, is: what is to become of him?
Whither is he to turn, thoroughly beaten, foiled in all his
enterprises? Proud young soul as he was: the ruling Powers, be
they just, be they unjust, have proved too hard for him! We hear
of tragic vestiges still traceable of Friedrich, belonging to this
time: texts of Scripture quoted by him, pencil-sketches of his
drawing; expressive of a mind dwelling in Golgothas, and
pathetically, not defiantly, contemplating the very worst.
Chaplain Muller of the Gens-d,Armes, being found a pious and
intelligent man, has his orders not to return at once from
Custrin; but to stay there, and deal with the Prince, on that
horrible Predestination topic and his other unexampled
backslidings which have ended so. Muller stayed accordingly, for a
couple of weeks, intensely busy on the Predestination topic, and
generally in assuaging, and mutually mollifying, paternal Majesty
and afflicted Son. In all which he had good success;
and especially on the Predestination point was triumphantly
successful. Muller left a little Book in record of his procedures
there; which, had it not been bound over to the official tone,
might have told us something. His Correspondence with the King,
during those two weeks, has likewise been mostly printed;
[Forster, i. 376-379.] and is of course still more official,--
teaching us next to nothing, except poor Friedrich Wilhelm's
profoundly devotional mood, anxieties about "the claws of Satan"
and the like, which we were glad to hear of above. In Muller
otherwise is small help for us.
But, fifty years afterwards, there was alive a Son of this
Muller's; an innocent Country Parson, not wanting in sense, and
with much simplicity and veracity; who was fished out by Nicolai,
and set to recalling what his Father used to say of this
adventure, much the grandest of his life. In Muller Junior's
Letter of Reminiscences to Nicolai we find some details, got from
his Father, which are worth gleaning:--
"When my Father first attempted, by royal order, to bring the
Crown-Prince to acknowledgment and repentance of the fault
committed, Crown-Prince gave this excuse or explanation: 'As his
Father could not endure the sight of him, he had meant to get out
of the way of his displeasure, and go to a Court with which his
Father was in friendship and relationship,'"--clearly indicating
England, think the Mullers Junior and Senior.
"For proof that the intention was towards England this other
circumstance serves, that the one confidant--Herr van Keith, if I
mistake not [no, you don't mistake], had already bespoken a ship
for passage out."--Here is something still more unexpected:--
"My Father used to say, he found an excellent knowledge and
conviction of the truths of religion in the Crown-Prince. By the
Prince's arrangement, my Father, who at first lodged with the
Commandant, had to take up his quarters in the room right above
the Prince; who daily, often as early as six in the morning,
rapped on the ceiling for him to come down; and then they would
dispute and discuss, sometimes half-days long, about the different
tenets of the Christian Sects;--and my Father said, the Prince was
perfectly at home in the Polemic Doctrines of the Reformed
(Calvinistic) Church, even to the minutest points. As my Father
brought him proofs from Scripture, the Prince asked him one time,
How he could keep chapter and verse so exactly in his memory?
Father drew from his pocket a little Hand-Concordance, and showed
it him as one help. This he had to leave with the Prince for some
days. On getting it back, he found inside on the fly-leaf,
sketched in pencil,"--what is rather notable to History,--"the
figure of a man on his knees, with two swords hanging crosswise
over his head; and at the bottom these words of Psalm
Seventy-third (verses 25, 26), Whom have I in Heaven but
thee? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides thee.
My flesh and my heart fainteth and faileth; but God is the
strength of my heart, and my portion forever." --
Poor Friedrich, this is a very unexpected pen-sketch on his part;
but an undeniable one; betokening abstruse night-thoughts and
forebodings in the present juncture!--
"Whoever considers this fine knowledge of religion, and reflects
on the peculiar character and genius of the young Herr, which was
ever struggling towards light and clearness (for at that time he
had not become indifferent to religion, he often prayed with my
Father on his knees),--will find that it was morally impossible
this young Prince could have thought [as some foolish persons have
asserted] of throwing himself into the arms of Papal Superstition
[seeking help at Vienna, marrying an Austrian Archduchess, and I
know not what] or allow the intrigues of Catholic Priests to"--
Oh no, Herr Muller, nobody but very foolish persons could imagine
such a thing of this young Herr.
"When my Father, Herr von Katte's execution being ended, hastened
to the Crown-Prince; he finds him miserably ill (SEHR ALTERIRT);
advises him to take a cooling-powder in water, both which
materials were ready on the table. This he presses on him: but the
Prince always shakes his head." Suspects poison, you think?
"Hereupon my Father takes from his pocket a paper, in which he
carried cooling-powder for his own use; shakes out a portion of it
into his hand, and so into his mouth; and now the Crown-Prince
grips at my Father's powder, and takes that." Privately to be made
away with; death resolved upon in some way! thinks the desperate
young man? [Nicolai, Anekdoten,
vi. 183-189.]
That scene of Katte's execution, and of the Prince's and other
people's position in regard to it, has never yet been humanly set
forth, otherwise the response had been different. Not humanly set
forth,--and so was only barked at, as by the infinitude of little
dogs, in all countries; and could never yet be responded to in
austere VOX HUMANA, deep as a DE PROFUNDIS, terrible as a Chorus
of AEschylus,--for in effect that is rather the character of it,
had the barking once pleased to cease. "King of Prussia cannot
sleep," writes Dickens: "the officers sit up with him every night,
and in his slumbers he raves and talks of spirits and
apparitions." [Despatch, 3d October, 1730.] We saw him,
ghost-like, in the night-time, gliding about, seeking shelter with
Feekin against ghosts; Ginkel by daylight saw him, now clad in
thunderous tornado, and anon in sorrowful fog. Here, farther on,
is a new item,--and joined to it and the others, a remarkable
old one:--
"In regard to Wilhelmina's marriage, and whether a Father cannot
give his daughter in wedlock to whom he pleases, there have been
eight Divines consulted, four Lutheran, four Reformed (Calvinist);
who, all but one [he of the Garrison Church, a rhadamanthine
fellow in serge], have answered, 'No, your Majesty!' It is
remarkable that his Majesty has not gone to bed sober for this
month past." [Dickens, 9th and 19th December, 1730.]
What Seckendorf and Grumkow thought of all these phenomena?
They have done their job too well. They are all for mercy;
lean with their whole weight that way,--in black qualms, one of
them withal, thinking tremulously to himself, "What if his now
Majesty were to die upon us, in the interim!"
Chapter II.
CROWN-PRINCE TO REPENT AND NOT PERISH.
In regard to Friedrich, the Court-Martial needs no amendment from
the King; the sentence on Friedrich, a Lieutenant-Colonel guilty
of desertion, is, from President and all members except two, Death
as by law. The two who dissented, invoking royal clemency and
pardon, were Major-Generals by rank,--Schwerin, as some write, one
of them, or if not Schwerin, then Linger; and for certain,
Donhof,--two worthy gentlemen not known to any of my readers, nor
to me, except as names, The rest are all coldly of opinion that
the military code says Death. Other codes and considerations may
say this and that, which it is not in their province to touch
upon; this is what the military code says: and they leave
it there.
The Junius Brutus of a Royal Majesty had answered in his own heart
grimly, Well then! But his Councillors, Old Dessauer, Grumkow,
Seckendorf, one and all interpose vehemently. "Prince of the
Empire, your Majesty, not a Lieutenant-Colonel only! Must not,
cannot;"--nay good old Buddenbrock, in the fire of still
unsuccessful pleading, tore open his waistcoat: "If your Majesty
requires blood, take mine; that other you shall never get, so long
as I can speak!" Foreign Courts interpose; Sweden, the Dutch;
the English in a circuitous way, round by Vienna to wit;
finally the Kaiser himself sends an Autograph; [Date, 11th
October, 1730 (Forster, i. 380).] for poor Queen Sophie has
applied even to Seckendorf, will be friends with Grumkow himself,
and in her despair is knocking at every door. Junius Brutus is
said to have had paternal affections withal. Friedrich Wilhelm,
alone against the whispers of his own heart and the voices of all
men, yields at last in this cause. To Seckendorf, who has chalked
out a milder didactic plan of treatment, still rigorous enough,
[His Letter to the King, 1st November, 1730 (in Forster, i. 375,
376).] he at last admits that such plan is perhaps good; that the
Kaiser's Letter has turned the scale with him; and the didactic
method, not the beheading one, shall be tried. That Donhof and
Schwerin, with their talk of mercy, with "their eyes upon the
Rising Sun," as is evident, have done themselves no good, and
shall perhaps find it so one day. But that, at any rate,
Friedrich's life is spared; Katte's execution shall suffice in
that kind. Repentance, prostrate submission and amendment,--
these may do yet more for the prodigal, if he will in heart
return. These points, some time before the 8th of November, we
find to be as good as settled.
The unhappy prodigal is in no condition to resist farther.
Chaplain Muller had introduced himself with Katte's dying
admonition to the Crown-Prince to repent and submit.
Chaplain Muller, with his wholesome cooling-powders, with his
ghostly counsels, and considerations of temporal and eternal
nature,--we saw how he prospered almost beyond hope. Even on
Predestination, and the real nature of Election by Free Grace, all
is coming right, or come, reports Muller. The Chaplain's Reports,
Friedrich Wilhelm's grimly mollified Responses on the same:
they are written, and in confused form have been printed;
but shall be spared the English reader. And Grumkow has been out
at Custrin, preaching to the same purport from other texts:
Grumkow, with the thought ever present to him, "What if Friedrich
Wilhelm should die?" is naturally an eloquent preacher. Enough, it
has been settled (perhaps before the day of Katte's death, or at
the latest three days after it, as we can see), That if the Prince
will, and can with free conscience, take an Oath ("no mental
reservation," mark you!) of contrite repentance, of perfect
prostrate submission, and purpose of future entire obedience and
conformity to the paternal mind in all things, "GNADENWAHL"
included,--the paternal mind may possibly relax his durance a
little, and put him gradually on proof again. [King's Letter to
Muller, 8th November (Forster, i. 379).]
Towards which issue, as Chaplain Muller reports, the Crown-Prince
is visibly gravitating, with all his weight and will. The very
GNADENWAHL is settled; the young soul (truly a lover of Truth,
your Majesty) taps on his ceiling, my floor being overhead, before
the winter sun rises, as a signal that I must come down to him;
so eager to have error and darkness purged away. Believes himself,
as I believe him, ready to undertake that Oath; desires, however,
to see it first, that he may maturely study every clause of it.--
Say you verily so? answers Majesty. And MAY my ursine heart flow
out again, and blubber gratefully over a sinner saved, a poor Son
plucked as brand from the burning? "God, the Most High, give His
blessing on it, then!" concludes the paternal Majesty: "And as He
often, by wondrous guidances, strange paths and thorny steps, will
bring men into the Kingdom of Christ, so may our Divine Redeemer
help that this prodigal son be brought into His communion.
That his godless heart be beaten till it is softened and changed;
and so he be snatched from the claws of Satan. This grant us the
Almighty God and Father, for our Lord Jesus Christ and His passion
and death's sake! Amen!--I am, for the rest, your well-affectioned
King, FRIEDRICH WILHELM (WUSTERHAUSEN, 8th NOVEMBER, 1730)."
[Forster, i. 379.]
CROWN-PRINCE BEGINS A NEW COURSE.
It was Monday, 6th November, when poor Katte died. Within a
fortnight, on the second Sunday after, there has a Select
Commission, Grumkow, Borck, Buddenbrock, with three other
Soldiers, and the Privy Councillor Thulmeyer, come out to Custrin:
there and then, Sunday, November 19th, [Nicolai, exactest of men,
only that Documents were occasionally less accessible in his time,
gives (ANEKDOTEN, vi. 187), "Saturday, November 25th," as the day
of the Oath; but, no doubt, the later inquirers, Preuss (i. 56)
and others, have found him wrong in this small instance.] these
Seven, with due solemnity, administer the Oath (terms of Oath
conceivable by readers); Friedrich being found ready. He signs the
Oath, as well as audibly swears it: whereupon his sword is
restored to him, and his prison-door opened. He steps forth to the
Town Church with his Commissioners; takes the sacrament;
listens, with all Custrin, to an illusive Sermon on the subject;
"text happily chosen, preacher handling it well." Text was Psalm
Seventy-seventh, verse eleventh (tenth of our English version),
And I said, This is my infirmity; but I will remember the
years of the right hand of the Host High; or, as
Luther's version more intelligibly gives it, This I have
to suffer; the right hand of the Most High can change all. italic> Preacher (not Muller but another) rose gradually into
didactic pathos; Prince, and all Custrin, were weeping, or near
weeping, at the close of the business. [Preuss, i. 56.]
Straight from Church the Prince is conducted, not to the Fortress,
but to a certain Town Mansion, which he is to call his own
henceforth, under conditions: an erring Prince half liberated, and
mercifully put on proof again. His first act here is to write, of
his own composition, or helped by some official hand, this Letter
to his All-serenest Papa; which must be introduced, though, except
to readers of German who know the "DERE" (TheirO),
"ALLERDURCHLAUCHTIGSTER," and strange pipe-clay solemnity of the
Court-style, it is like to be in great part lost in any
translation:--
"CUSTRIN, 19th November, 1730.
"ALL-SERENEST AND ALL-GRACIOUSEST FATHER,--To your Royal Majesty,
my All-graciousest Father, have,"--I.E. "I have," if one durst
write the "I,"--"by my disobedience as TheirO [YourO] subject and
soldier, not less than by my undutifulness as TheirO Son, given
occasion to a just wrath and aversion against me. With the
All-obedientest respect I submit myself wholly to the grace of my
most All-gracious Father; and beg him, Most All-graciously to
pardon me; as it is not so much the withdrawal of my liberty in a
sad arrest (MALHEUREUSEN ARREST), as my own thoughts of the fault
I have committed, that have brought me to reason: Who, with
all-obedientest respect and submission, continue till my end,
"My All-graciousest King's and Father's faithfully obedientest
Servant and Son,
"FRIEDRICH."
[Preuss, i. 56, 57; and Anonymous, Friedrichs des Grossen
Briefe an seinen Vater (Berlin, Posen und Bromberg,
1838), p. 3.]
This new House of Friedrich's in the little Town of Custrin, he
finds arranged for him on rigorously thrifty principles, yet as a
real Household of his own; and even in the form of a Court, with
Hofmarschall, Kammerjunkers, and the other adjuncts;--Court
reduced to its simplest expression, as the French say, and
probably the cheapest that was ever set up. Hafmarschall
(Court-marshal) is one Wolden, a civilian Official here.
The Kammerjunkers are Rohwedel and Natzmer; Matzmer Junior, son of
a distinguished Feldmarschall: "a good-hearted but foolish forward
young fellow," says Wilhelmina; "the failure of a coxcomb
(PETIT-MAITRE MANQUE)." For example, once, strolling about in a
solemn Kaiser's Soiree in Vienna, he found in some quiet corner
the young Duke of Lorraine, Franz, who it is thought will be the
divine Maria Theresa's husband, and Kaiser himself one day.
Foolish Natzmer found this noble young gentleman in a remote
corner of the Soiree; went up, nothing loath, to speak
graciosities and insipidities to him: the noble young gentleman
yawned, as was too natural, a wide long yawn; and in an insipid
familiar manner, foolish Natzmer (Wilhelmina and the Berlin
circles know it) put his finger into the noble young gentleman's
mouth, and insipidly wagged it there. "Sir, you seem to forget
where you are!" said the noble young gentleman; and closing his
mouth with emphasis, turned away; but happily took no farther
notice. [Wilhelmina, i. 310.] This is all we yet know of the
history of Natzmer, whose heedless ways and slap-dash
speculations, tinted with natural ingenuity and good-humor, are
not unattractive to the Prince.
Hofmarschall and these two Kammerjunkers are of the lawyer
species; men intended for Official business, in which the Prince
himself is now to be occupied. The Prince has four lackeys, two
pages, one valet. He wears his sword, but has no sword-tash (PORTE
EPEE), much less an officer's uniform: a mere Prince put upon his
good behavior again; not yet a soldier of the Prussian Army, only
hoping to become so again. He wears a light-gray dress,
"HECHTGRAUER (pike-gray) frock with narrow silver cordings;"
and must recover his uniform, by proving himself gradually a
new man.
For there is, along with the new household, a new employment laid
out for him in Custrin; and it shall be seen what figure he makes
in that, first of all. He is to sit in the DOMANEN-KAMMER or
Government Board here, as youngest Rath; no other career
permitted. Let him learn Economics and the way of managing Domain
Lands (a very principal item of the royal revenues in this
Country): humble work, but useful; which he had better see well
how he will do. Two elder Raths are appointed to instruct him in
the Economic Sciences and Practices, if he show faculty and
diligence;--which in fact he turns out to do, in a superior
degree, having every motive to try.
This kind of life lasted with him for the next fifteen months, all
through the year 1731 and farther; and must have been a very
singular, and was probably a highly instructive year to him, not
in the Domain Sciences alone. He is left wholly to himself.
All his fellow-creatures, as it were, are watching him.
Hundred-eyed Argus, or the Ear of Dionysius, that is to say,
Tobacco-Parliament with its spies and reporters,--no stirring of
his finger can escape it here. He has much suspicion to encounter:
Papa looking always sadly askance, sadly incredulous, upon him.
He is in correspondence with Grumkow; takes much advice from
Grumkow (our prompter-general, president in the Dionysius'-Ear,
and not an ill-wisher farther); professes much thankfulness to
Grumkow, now and henceforth. Thank you for flinging me out of the
six-story window, and catching me by the coat-skirts!--Left
altogether to himself, as we said; has in the whole Universe
nothing that will save him but his own good sense, his own
power of discovering what is what, and of doing what will be
behooveful therein.
He is to quit his French literatures and pernicious practices, one
and all. His very flute, most innocent "Princess," as he used to
call his flute in old days, is denied him ever since he came to
Custrin;--but by degrees he privately gets her back, and consorts
much with her; wails forth, in beautiful adagios, emotions for
which there is no other utterance at present. He has liberty of
Custrin and the neighborhood; out of Custrin he is not to lodge,
any night, without leave had of the Commandant. Let him walk
warily; and in good earnest study to become a new creature, useful
for something in the Domain Sciences and otherwise.
Chapter III.
WILHELMINA IS TO WED THE PRINCE OF BAIREUTH.
Crown-Prince Friedrich being settled so far, his Majesty takes up
the case of Wilhelmina, the other ravelled skein lying on hand.
Wilhelmina has been prisoner in her Apartment at Berlin all this
while: it is proper Wilhelmina be disposed of; either in wedlock,
filially obedient to the royal mind; or in some much sterner way,
"within four walls," it is whispered, if disobedient.
Poor Wilhelmina never thought of disobeying her parents:
only, which of them to obey? King looks towards the Prince of
Baireuth again, agreed on before those hurly-burlies now past;
Queen looks far otherwards. Queen Sophie still desperately
believes in the English match for Wilhelmina; and has subterranean
correspondences with that Court; refusing to see that the
negotiation is extinct there. Grumkow himself, so over-victorious
in his late task, is now heeling towards England; "sincere in his
wish to be well with us," thinks Dickens: Grumkow solaces her
Majesty with delusive hopes in the English quarter: "Be firm,
child; trust in my management; only swear to me, on your eternal
salvation, that never, on any compulsion, will you marry another
than the Prince of Wales;--give me that oath!" [Wilhelmina,
i. 314.] Such was Queen Sophie's last proposal to Wilhelmina,--
night of the 27th of January, 1731, as is computable,--her Majesty
to leave for Potsdam on the morrow. They wept much together that
night, but Wilhelmina dexterously evaded the oath, on a religious
ground. Prince of Baireuth, whom Papa may like or may not like,
has never yet personally made appearance: who or what will make
appearance, or how things can or will turn, except a bad road, is
terribly a mystery to Wilhelmina.
What with chagrin and confinement, what with bad diet (for the
very diet is bad, quality and quantity alike unspeakable),
Wilhelmina sees herself "reduced to a skeleton;" no company but
her faithful Sonsfeld, no employment but her Books and Music;--
struggles, however, still to keep heart. One day, it is in
February, 1731, as I compute, they are sitting, her Sonsfeld and
she, at their sad mess of so-called dinner, in their remote upper
story of the Berlin Schloss, tramp of sentries the one thing
audible; and were "looking mournfully at one another, with nothing
to eat but a soup of salt and water, and a ragout of old bones
full of hairs and slopperies [nothing else; that was its real
quality, whatever fine name they might give it, says the vehement
Princess], we heard a sharp tapping at the window; and started up
in surprise, to see what it could be. It was a raven, carrying in
its beak a bit of bread, which it left on the window-sill, and
flew away." [Ib. i. 316.]
"Tears came into our eyes at this adventure." Are we become as
Hebrew Elijahs, then; so that the wild ravens have to bring us
food? Truth is, there was nothing miraculous, as Wilhelmina found
by and by. It was a tame raven,--not the soul of old George I.,
which lives at Isleworth on good pensions; but the pet raven of a
certain Margravine, which lost its way among the intricate roofs
here. But the incident was touching. "Well," exclaimed Wilhelmina,
"in the Roman Histories I am now reading, it is often said those
creatures betoken good luck." All Berlin, such the appetite for
gossip, and such the famine of it in Berlin at present, talked of
this minute event: and the French Colony--old Protestant Colony,
practical considerate people--were so struck by it, they brought
baskets of comfortable things to us, and left them daily, as if by
accident, on some neutral ground, where the maid could pick them
up, sentries refusing to see unless compelled. Which fine
procedure has attached Wilhelmina to the French nation ever since,
as a dexterous useful people, and has given her a disposition to
help them where she could.
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