e of him in the presence of the
Brunswick regiments. Embracing him for the last time, she said: "I
forbid you to appear before me till you have performed deeds of valor
worthy of your birth and your allies!" [Footnote: Bodman.]

Her son, the worthy nephew of Frederick the Great had now bought the
right to appear before his mother.

By the victories of Gotsfeld and Minden he had now wiped out the defeat
at Bergen, and the laurels which Brissac had won there were now withered
and dead.

Berlin had just received this joyful news. After so much sorrow, so much
humiliation and disappointment, she might now indulge herself in a day
of festal joy, and, by public declarations and testimonials, make known
to the world how dear to her heart was this victory of her king and his
generals, and how deep and warm was the sympathy she felt.

All work was set aside in honor of this great celebration--the people
were spread abroad in the meadows and woods, shouting and rejoicing,
playing and dancing; the rich and the distinguished joined them
without ceremony, to prove to the world that in such great moments, all
differences of rank were forgotten--that they were all members of one
body--united in joy and in sorrow by an electric chain.

So they slumbered on; the streets were still empty, the windows still
closed.

But see! There comes a horseman through the Frankfort gate, dusty and
breathless; his glowing face was radiant with joy! As he dashed through
the streets he waved a white handkerchief high in the air, and with a
loud and powerful voice, cried out, "Victory! victory!"

This one word had a magic influence. The windows flew up, the doors were
dashed open, and shouting and screaming crowds of men rushed after the
horseman. At a corner they surrounded his horse and compelled him to
stop. "Who is victorious?" cried they tumultuously.

"The king--the great Frederick! He has whipped the Russians at
Kunersdorf!"

A cry of rapture burst from every lip. "The king is victorious! he has
defeated the Russians!"

Onward flew the courier to the palace; after him streamed the mad
people. "The days of mourning are over--the blood of our sons has
not been shed in vain, they are the honored dead--their death brought
victory to the fatherland; they have drenched the soil with the blood of
our barbarous enemies. We whipped the French at Minden, the Russians
at Kunersdorf, and now we have defeated the Austrians and won back the
trophies