Goethe and Schiller. L. Muhlbach

raised his hand, and pointed solemnly to the large clock which stood against the wall on a marble stand. “Your majesty, the hands of that clock stopped the moment the king breathed his last sigh. Sire, behold the first monument erected to the memory of our great king!”

      Frederick William looked both astonished and pleased. “This is truly wonderful,” he observed, in an undertone. “They were then right! We are surrounded by wonders. The hand of a mysterious agency is visible in all things!”

      He walked up to the clock, and a feeling of awe crept over him as he regarded the dial. To him the hands were ghostly fingers pointing to the moment at which the king had died.

      “Twenty minutes past two,” said the king, softly. “Strange, passing strange!”

      He turned and beckoned to his valet to approach.

      “Rietz, at what time did I call you last night, when I was awakened by some fearful anxiety?”

      “It was exactly twenty minutes past two, your majesty! I am certain of it, because you commanded me to consult your watch at the time.”

      “Yes, that was the exact time,” murmured the king to himself. “The spirits woke me, that I might greet the new day that was dawning for me.”

      “Le roi est mort! Vive le roi!” The king, who gave enlightenment and freedom of thought to his people, is dead! King Frederick is dead! A shadow darkens the sun of this first morning of the new era. This shadow will soon become a lowering cloud, and night and darkness will sink down over Prussia.

      “Le roi est mort! Vive le roi!”