ome 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 r