It had meant ill health withal, and the gloom of broken nerves.

All autumn and into winter she had felt herself indefinitely unwell; she determined, however, on seeing Hanover and her good old Mother at the usual time.

The gloomy sorrow over Friedrich Wilhelm had been the premonition of a sudden illness which seized her on the road to Hanover, some five months afterwards, and which ended fatally in that city.

Her death was not in the light style Friedrich her grandson ascribes to it; [_ Memoires de Brandebourg _ (Preuss's Edition of _ OEuvres, _ Berlin, 1847 et seqq.), i.

112.] she died without epigram, and though in perfect simple courage, with the reverse of levity.
Here, at first hand, is the specific account of that event; which, as it is brief and indisputable, we may as well fish from the imbroglios, and render legible, to counteract such notions, and illuminate for moments an old scene of things.