nched that Negotiation; and one knows
not in what form it will resuscitate itself. The royal mind, both
at Berlin and St. James's, is in a very uncertain state after such a
phenomenon.

Friedrich Wilhelm's favor for the Crown-Prince, marching home so
gallantly with his Potsdam Giants, did not last long. A few weeks later
in the Autumn we have again ominous notices from Dubourgay. And here,
otherwise obtained, is a glimpse into the interior of the Berlin
Schloss; momentary perfect clearness, as by a flash of lightning, on the
state of matters there; which will be illuminative to the reader.

CROWN-PRINCE'S DOMESTICITIES SEEN IN A FLASH OF LIGHTNING.

This is another of those tragi-comic scenes, tragic enough in effect,
between Father and Son; Son now about eighteen,--fit to be getting
through Oxford, had he been an English gentleman of private station.
It comes from the irrefragable Nicolai; who dates it about this time,
uncertain as to month or day.

Fritz's love of music, especially of fluting, is already known to us.
Now a certain Quantz was one of his principal instructors in that art,
and indeed gave him the last finish of perfection in it. Quantz, famed
Saxon music-master and composer, Leader of the Court-Band in Saxony,
king of flute-players in his day,--(a village-farrier's son from
the Gottingen region, and himself destined to shoe horses, had not
imperative Nature prevailed over hindrances);--Quantz, ever from Fritz's
sixteenth year, was wont to come occasionally, express from Dresden, for
a week or two, and give the young man lessons on the flute. The young
man's Mother, good Queen Feekin, had begged this favor for him from the
Saxon Sovereignties; and pleaded hard for it at home, or at worst kept
it secret there. It was one of the many good maternities, clandestine
and public, which she was always ready to achieve for him where
possible;--as he also knew full well in his young grateful heart, and
never forgot, however old he grew! Illustrious Quantz, we say, gives
Fritz lessons on the flute; and here is a scene they underwent;--they
and a certain brisk young soldier fellow, Lieutenant von Katte, who was
there too; of whom the reader will tragically hear more in time.

On such occasions Fritz was wont to pull off the tight Prussian coat or
COATIE, and clap himself into flowing brocade of the due roominess and
splendor,--bright scarlet dressing-gown, done in gold, with tags and
sashes complete;--and