Tuesday, 20th November, 1731, Wilhelmina’s wedding-day arrived, after a brideship of eight months; and that young Lady’s troublesome romance, more happily than might have been expected, did at last wind itself up.  Mamma’s unreasonable humors continued, more or less; but these also must now end.  Old wooers and outlooks, “the four or three crowned heads,”-they lie far over the horizon; faded out of one’s very thoughts, all these.  Charles XII., Peter II. are dead; Weissenfels is not, but might as well be.  Prince Fred, not yet wedded elsewhere, is doing French madrigals in Leicester House; tending forwards the “West Wickham” set of Politicians, the Pitt-Lyttelton set; stands ill with Father and Mother, and will not come to much.  August the Dilapidated-Strong is deep in Polish troubles, in Anti-Kaiser politics, in drinking-bouts;-his great-toe never mended, never will mend.  Gone to the spectral state all these:  here, blooming with life in its cheeks, is the one practical Fact, our good Hereditary Prince of Baireuth,-privately our fate all along;-which we will welcome cheerfully; and be thankful to Heaven that we have not died in getting it decided for us!-

Wedding was of great magnificence; Berlin Palace and all things and creatures at their brightest:  the Brunswick-Beverns here, and other high Guests; no end of pompous cérémonials, solemnities and splendors,-the very train of one’s gown was “twelve yards long.”  Eschewing all which, the reader shall commodiously conceive it all, by two samples we have picked out for him:  one sample of a Person, high Guest present; one of an Apartment where the sublimities went on.

The Duchess Dowager of Sachsen-Meiningen, who has come to honor us on this occasion, a very large Lady, verging towards sixty; she is the person.  A living elderly Daughter of the Great Elector himself; half-sister to the late King, half-aunt to Friedrich Wilhelm; widow now of her third husband:  a singular phenomenon to look upon, for a moment, through Wilhelmina’s satirical spectacles.  One of her three husbands, “Christian Ernst of Baireuth” (Margraf there, while the present Line was but expectant), had been a kind of Welsh-Uncle to the Prince now Bridegroom; so that she has a double right to be here.  “She had found the secret of totally ruining Baireuth,” says Wilhelmina; “Baireuth, and Courland as well, where her first wedlock was;”-perhaps Meiningen was done to her hand?  Here is the Portrait of my Grand-Aunt; dashed off in very high colors, not by a flattering pencil:-

“It is said she was very fond of pleasing, in her youth; one saw as much still by her affected manners.  She would have made an excellent actress, to play fantastic parts of that kind.  Her flaming red countenance, her shape, of such monstrous extent that she could hardly walk, gave her the air of a Female Bacchus.  She took care to expose to view her”-a part of her person, large but no longer beautiful,-“and continually kept patting it with her hands, to attract attention thither.  Though sixty gone,”-fifty-seven in point of fact,-“she was tricked out like a girl; hair done in ribbon-locks (MARRONNES), all filled with gewgaws of rose-pink color, which was the prevailing tint in her complexion, and so loaded with colored jewels, you would have taken her for the rainbow.” [Wilhelmina, .]

This charming old Lady, daughter of the GROSSE Kurfürst, and so very fat and rubicund, had a Son once:  he too is mentionable in his way,-as a milestone (parish milestone) in the obscure Chronology of those parts.  Her first husband was the Duke of Courland; to him she brought an heir, who became Duke in his turn,-and was the final Duke, LAST of the “Kettler” or native Line of Dukes there.  The Kettlers had been Teutsch Ritters, Commandants in Courland; they picked up that Country, for their own behoof, when the Ritterdom went down; and this was the last of them.  He married Anne of Russia with the big cheek (Czar Peter’s Niece, who is since become Czarina); and died shortly after, twenty years ago; with tears doubtless from the poor rose-pink Mother, far away in Baireuth and childless otherwise; and also in a sense to the sorrow of Courland, which was hereby left vacant, a prey to enterprising neighbors.  And on those terms it was that Saxons Moritz (our dissolute friend, who will be MARECHAL DE SAXE one day) made his clutch at Courland, backed by moneys of the French actress; rumor of which still floats vaguely about.  Moritz might have succeeded, could he have done the first part of the feat, fallen in love with Swoln-cheeked Anne, Dowager there; but he could not; could only pretend it:  Courland therefore (now that the Swoln-cheek is become Czarina) falls to one Bieren, a born Courlander, who could. [Last Kettler, Anne’s Husband, died (leaving only an old Uncle, fallen Into Papistry and other futility, who, till his death some twenty years after, had to reside abroad and be nominal merely), 1711; Moritz’s attempt with Adrienne Lecouvreur’s cash was, 1726; Anne became Sovereign of all the Russias (on her poor Cousin Peter II.’s death), 1730; Bieren (BIRON as he tried to write himself, being of poor birth) did not get installed till 1737; and had, he and Courland both, several tumbles after that before getting to stable equilibrium.]-We hurry to the Grand Apartment in Berlin Schloss, and glance rapidly, with Wilhelmina (in an abridged form), how magnificent it is:-

Royal Apartment, third floor of the Palace at Berlin, one must say, few things equal it in the world.  “From the Outer Saloon or Antechamber, called SALLE DES SUISSES [where the halberdier and valet people wait] you pass through six grand rooms, into a saloon magnificently decorated:  thence through two rooms more, and so into what they call the Picture-Gallery, a room ninety feet long.  All this is in a line.”  Grand all this; but still only common in comparison.  From the Picture-Gallery you turn (to right or left is not said, nor does it matter) into a suite of fourteen great rooms, each more splendid than the other:  lustre from the ceiling of the first room, for example, is of solid silver; weighs, in pounds avoirdupois I know not what, but in silver coin “10,000 crowns:”  ceilings painted as by Correggio; “wall-mirrors between each pair of windows are twelve feet high, and their piers (TRUMEAUX) are of massive silver; in front of each mirror, table can be laid for twelve;” twelve Serenities may dine there, flanked by their mirror, enjoying the Correggiosities above, and the practical sublimities all round.  “And this is but the first of the fourteen;” and you go on increasing in superbness, till, for example, in the last, or superlative Saloon, you find “a lustre weighing 50,000 crowns; the globe of it big enough to hold a child of eight years; and the branches (Guéridons) of it,” I forget how many feet or fathoms in extent:  silver to the heart.  Nay the music-balcony is of silver; wearied fiddler lays his elbow on balustrades of that precious metal.  Seldom if ever was seen the like.  In this superlative Saloon the Nuptial Benediction was given. [Wilhelmina, ; Nicolai, i.]

Old King Friedrich, the expensive Herr, it was he that did the furnishing and Correggio-painting of these sublime rooms:  but this of the masses of wrought silver, this was done by Friedrich Wilhelm,-incited thereto by what he saw at Dresden in August the Strong’s Establishment; and reflecting, too, that silver is silver, whether you keep it in barrels in a coined form, or work it into chandeliers, mirror-frames and music-balconies.-These things we should not have mentioned, except to say that the massive silver did prove a hoard available, in after times, against a rainy day.  Massive silver (well mixed with copper first) was all melted down, stamped into current coins, native and foreign, and sent wandering over the world, before a certain Prince got through his Seven-Years Wars and other pinches that are ahead!-

In fine, Wilhelmina’s Wedding was magnificent; though one had rubs too; and Mamma was rather severe.  “Hair went all wrong, by dint of overdressing; and hung on one’s face like a boy’s.  Crown-royal they had put (as indeed was proper) on one’s head:  hair was in twenty-four locks the size of your arm:  such was the Queen’s order.  Gown was of cloth-of-silver, trimmed with Spanish gold-lace (AVEC UN POINT D’ESPAGNE D’OR); train twelve yards long;-one was like to sink to the earth in such equipment.”  Courage, my Princess!-In fact, the Wedding went beautifully off; with dances and sublimities, slow solemn Torch-dance to conclude with, in those unparalleled upper rooms; Grand-Aunt Meiningen and many other stars and rainbows witnessing; even the Margravine of Schwedt, in her high colors, was compelled to be there.  Such variegated splendor, such a dancing of the Constellations; sublunary Berlin, and all the world, on tiptoe round it!  Slow Torchdance, winding it up, melted into the shades of midnight, for this time; and there was silence in Berlin.

But, on the following nights, there were Balls of a less solemn character; far pleasanter for dancing purposes.  It is to these, to one of these, that we direct the attention of all readers.  Friday, 23d, there was again Ball and Royal Evening Party-“Grand Apartment” so called.  Immense Ball, “seven hundred couples, all people of condition:”  there were “Four Quadrilles,” or dancing places in the big sea of quality-figures; each at its due distance in the grand suite of rooms:  Wilhelmina presides in Quadrille NUMBER ONE; place assigned her was in the room called Picture-Gallery; Queen and all the Principalities were with Wilhelmina, she is to lead off their quadrille, and take charge of it.  Which she did, with her accustomed fire and elasticity;-and was circling there, on the light fantastic toe, time six in the evening, when Grumkow, whom she had been dunning for his bargain about Friedrich the day before, came up:-

“I liked dancing,” says she, “and was taking advantage of my chances.  Grumkow came up, and interrupted me in the middle of a minuet:  ’EH, MON DIEU MADAME!’ said Grumkow, ’you seem to have got bit by the tarantula!  Don’t you see those strangers who have just come in?’ I stopt short; and looking all round, I noticed at last a young man dressed in gray, whom I did not know.  ’Go, then, embrace the Priuce-Royal; there he is before you!’ said Grumkow.  All the blood in my body went topsy-turvy for joy.  ‘O Heaven, my Brother?’ cried I:  ’But I don’t see him; where is he?  In God’s name, let me see him!’ Grumkow led me to the young man in gray.  Coming near, I recognized him, though with difficulty:  he had grown amazingly stouter (PRODIGIEUSEMENT ENGRAISSE), shortened about the neck; his face too had much changed, and was no longer so beautiful as it had been.  I sprang upon him with open arms (SAUTAI AU COU); I was in such a state, I could speak nothing but broken exclamations:  I wept, I laughed, like one gone delirious.  In my life I have never felt so lively a joy.

“The first sane step was to throw myself at the feet of the King:  King said, ‘Are you content with me?  You see I have kept my word!’ I took my Brother by the hand; and entreated the King to restore him his friendship.  This scene was so touching, it drew tears from the eyes of everybody.  I then approached the Queen.  She was obliged to embrace me, the King being close opposite; but I remarked that her joy was only affected.”-Why then, O Princess?  Guess, if you can, the female humors of her Majesty!-

“I turned to my Brother again; I gave him a thousand caresses, and said the tenderest things to him:  to all which he remained cold as ice, and answered only in monosyllables.  I presented the Prince (my Husband); to whom he did not say one word.  I was astonished at this fashion of procedure!  But I laid the blame of it on the King, who was observing us, and who I judged might be intimidating my Brother.  But even his countenance surprised me:  he wore a proud air, and seemed to look down on everybody.”

A much-changed Crown-Prince.  What can be the meaning of it?  Neither King nor he appeared at supper:  they were supping elsewhere, with a select circle; and the whisper ran among us, His Majesty was treating him with great friendliness.  At which the Queen, contrary to hope, could not conceal her secret pique.  “In fact,” says Wilhelmina, again too hard on Mamma, “she did not love her children except as they served her ambitious views.”  The fact that it was I, and not she, who had achieved the Prince’s deliverance, was painful to her Majesty:  alas, yes, in some degree!

Ball having recommenced, Grumkow whispered to me, That the King was pleased with my frank kind ways to my Brother; and not pleased with my Brothers cold way of returning it:  Does he simulate, and mean still to deceive me?  Or IS that all the thanks he has for Wilhelmina? thinks his Majesty.  Go on with your sincerity, Madam; and for Gods sake admonish the Crown-Prince to avoid finessing! Crown-Prince, when I did, in some interval of the dance, report this of Grumkow, and say, Why so changed and cold, then, Brother of my heart? answered, That he was still the same; and that he had his reasons for what he did.  Wilhelmina continues; and cannot understand her Crown-Prince at all:-

“Next morning, by the King’s order, he paid me a visit.  The Prince,” my Husband, “was polite enough to withdraw, and left me and Sousfeld alone with him.  He gave me a recital of his misfortunes; I communicated mine to him,”-and how I had at last bargained to get him free again by my compliance.  “He appeared much discountenanced at this last part of my narrative.  He returned thanks for the obligations I had laid on him,-with some caressings, which evidently did not proceed from the heart.  To break this conversation, he started some indifferent topic; and, under pretence of seeing my Apartment, moved into the next room, where the Prince my Husband was.  Him he ran over with his eyes from head to foot, for some time; then, after some constrained civilities to him, went his way.  “What to make of all this?” Madam Sonsfeld shrugged her shoulders; no end of Madam Sousfeld’s astonishment at such a Crown-Prince.

Alas, yes, poor Wilhelmina; a Crown-Prince got into terrible cognizance of facts since we last met him!  Perhaps already sees, not only what a Height of place is cut out for him in this world, but also in a dim way what a solitude of soul, if he will maintain his height?  Top of the frozen Schreckhorn;-have you well considered such a position!  And even the way thither is dangerous, is terrible in this case.  Be not too hard upon your Crown-Prince.  For it is certain he loves you to the last!

Captain Dickens, who alone of all the Excellencies was not at the Wedding,-and never had believed it would be a wedding, but only a rumor to bring England round,-duly chronicles this happy reappearance of the Prince-Royal:  “about six, yesterday evening, as the company was dancing,-to the great joy and surprise of the whale Court;”-and adds:  “This morning the Prince came to the public Parade; where crowds of people of all ranks flocked to see his Royal Highness, and gave the most open demonstrations of pleasure.” [Despatch 24th November, 1731.]

Wilhelmina, these noisy tumults, not all of them delightful, once done, gets out of the perplexed hurly-burly, home towards still Baireuth, shortly after New-year. [11th January, 1732 (Wilhelmina, i.] “Berlin was become as odious to me as it had once been dear.  I flattered myself that, renouncing grandeurs, I might lead a soft and tranquil life in my new Home, and begin a happier year than the one that had just ended.  Mamma was still perverse; but on the edge of departure Wilhelmina contrived to get a word of her Father, and privately open her heart to him.  Poor Father, after all that has come and gone:-

“My discourse produced its effect; he melted into tears, could not answer me for sobs; he explained his thoughts by his embracings of me.  Making an effort, at length, he said:  ’I am in despair that I did not know thee.  They had told me such horrible tales, I hated thee as much as I now love thee.  If I had addressed myself direct to thee, I should have escaped much trouble, and thou too.  But they hindered me from speaking; said thou wert ill-natured as the Devil, and wouldst drive me to extremities I wanted to avoid.  Thy Mother, by her intriguings, is in part the cause of the misfortunes of the family; I have been deceived and duped on every side.  But my hands are tied; and though my heart is torn in pieces, I must leave these iniquities unpunished!’”-The Queen’s intentions were always good, urged Wilhelmina.  “Let us not enter into that detail,” answered he:  “what is past is past; I will try to forget it;” and assured Wilhelmina that she was the dearest to him of the family, and that he would do great things for her still,-only part of which came to effect in the sequel.  “I am too sad of heart to take leave of you,” concluded he:  “embrace your Husband on my part; I am so overcome that I must not see him.” [Wilhelmina, i; who dates 11th January, 1732.] And so they rolled away.

Crown-Prince was back to Custrin again, many weeks before.  Back to Custrin; but under totally changed omens:  his history, after that first emergence in Wilhelmina’s dance “23d November about six P.M.,” and appearance at Parade on the morrow (Saturday morning), had been as follows. (Monday November 26th) there was again grand Ball, and the Prince there, not in gray this time.  Next day, the old Dessauer and all the higher Officers in Berlin petitioned, “Let us have him in the Army again, your Majesty!” Majesty consented:  and so, Friday, 30th, there was grand dinner at Seckendorf’s, Crown-Prince there, in soldier’s uniform again; a completely pardoned youth.  His uniform is of the Goltz Regiment, Infantry:  Goltz Regiment, which lies at Ruppin,-at and about, in that moory Country to the Northeast, some thirty or forty miles from Berlin;-whither his destination now is.

Crown-Prince had to resume his Kammer work at Custrin, and see the Buildings at Carzig, for a three months longer, till some arrangements in the Regiment Goltz were perfected, and finishing improvements given to it.  But “on the last day of February” (29th) (1732 being leap-year), his Royal Highness’s Commission to be Colonel Commandant of said Regiment is made out; and he proceeds, in discharge of the same, to Ruppin, where his men lie.  And so puts off the pike-gray coat, and puts on the military blue one, [Preuss, .]-never to quit it again, as turned out.

Ruppin is a little Town, in that northwest Fehrbellin region:  Regiment Goltz had lain in detached quarters hitherto; but is now to lie at Ruppin, the first Battalion of it there, and the rest within reach.  Here, in Ruppin itself, or ultimately at Reinsberg in the neighborhood, was Friedrich’s abode, for the next eight years.  Habitual residence:  with transient excursions, chiefly to Berlin in Carnival time, or on other great occasions, and always strictly on leave; his employment being that of Colonel of Foot, a thing requiring continual vigilance and industry in that Country.  Least of all to be neglected, in any point, by one in his circumstances.  He did his military duties to a perfection satisfactory even to Papa; and achieved on his own score many other duties and improvements, for which Papa had less value.  These eight years, it is always understood, were among the most important of his life to him.