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had quoted down. he returned to find
the attitude of the public toward him
no more friendly, and his every appear
ance in Berlin was roundly Kissed
This second OF Louise's sons TO sit on
the THRONE chose not to be crowned amid
the splendors of the censOrious capital,
but in the simple. bare old castle at
konigsberg. which had been 4 refuge
for his mother and her children in the
days of the Napoleonic eclipse. There
on his 10Th birthday he had received his
his uniform, with the attendant pigt2il.
he went down into the courtyard of the
castle to parade with a poor little frag-
ment of the Foot Guards. which had
been smashed to pieces by the French.
Now. when more than half century
had passed and he was three score and
four. he went back to the lowered
Schloss by the Pregel to put on his
embodiment of LOuises dream, a Ger
man Emperor presiding over a united
Germany.
At the Grave of His Mother.
! have spoken before of Williams pill
grimage to the tomb of his mother on
the eve of his departure for the cam
paign that eliminated in the capture of
Paris in ISL and his investiture with the
imperial title in the palace of Versailles.
legend that he knelt there in a vengeful
spirit. although Prince Radvivil de-
scribed him on the anniversary of the
battle of Gravelotte. standing with a
tears on his aged cheeks, toasting the
memory of Louise and expressing his
gratitude that il had been avenged. I
have heard too, that on his return from
and that. as he rose from beside it and
looked about. he exclaimed. What a
change, What a change"
ANY Hohenzollern well might repair in
;rit Of IN fha Snln
among the pines in the park of the pal
ace at Charlottenburg-i is not long
walk there from the Thiergarten-and
seek inspiration from the dust of that
pure. stout-hearted mother of empcrors.
There her effigy reclines upon her sar-
cophagus after ii had been, like herself.
a prey to war Having been carved in
Rome by the celebrated sculptor Rauch,
it was captured from a British mer-
chairman by an American privateer in
the War of 49, A British frigate how
ever, recaptured IL from the privateer
and carried the marble in safety to its
destination.
Out at Potsdam.
Another shrine of the Hohenzollerns is
out at Potsdam A parklike stretch of
from Charlottenburg along the Havel to
where various arms and inlets of the
river wander over the low-lyinS fields
and form the island on which the reign
some fifteen or seventeen miles from
Berlin.
To be entirely candid with the reader
1 must hasten to warn him that this all
sounds prettier than the fact. I have
seen only one other drearier place than
the Prussian City Of Palaces. and that
Is its French archetype. For Potsdam
is a German-silver Versailles.
The one redeeming thing about Pots
dam is that Frederick the Great lived
and was buried there. His memory and
memorials form the saving grace OF the
stony, wearisome town, which Is a big
place, with not far from 5000 popula-
ton.
by Frederick Tomb.
Then the visitors turn away to follow
the King to his grave behind the severe
" simple Lutheran altar in the old Gar
rison Church. whose spire rises in the
midst Of the town. There. In the recon-
citation Of death, he lies beside his testy
old father.
When >F'rederick William was setting