The writing, apparently a quite private piece, is by "M.

de la Bergerie, Pastor of the French Church at Hanover," respectable Edict-of-Nantes gentleman, who had been called in on the occasion;--gives an authentic momentary picture, though a feeble and vacant one, of a locality at that time very interesting to Englishmen.
M.de la Bergerie privately records:-- "The night between the last of January and the first of February, 1705, between one and two o'clock in the morning, I was called to the Queen of Prussia, who was then dangerously ill.
"Entering the room, I threw myself at the foot of her bed, testifying to her in words my profound grief to see her in this state.

After which I took occasion to say, 'She might know now that Kings and Queens are mortal equally with all other men; and that they are obliged to appear before the throne of the majesty of God, to give an account of their deeds done, no less than the meanest of their subjects.' To which her Majesty replied, 'I know it well (_ Je le sais bien _).'-- I went on to say to her, 'Madam, your Majesty must also recognize in this hour the vanity and nothingness of the things here below, for which, it may be, you have had too much interest; and the importance of the things of Heaven, which perhaps you have neglected and contemned.' Thereupon the Queen answered, 'True (_ Cela est vrai _)!' 'Nevertheless, Madam,' said I, 'does not your Majesty place really your trust in God?
Do you not very earnestly (_ bien serieusement_) crave pardon of Him for all the sins you have committed?
Do not you fly (_ n'a-t-elle pas recours _) to the blood and merits of Jesus Christ, without which it is impossible for us to stand before God ?' The Queen answered, '_ Oui _ (Yes).'-- While this was going on, her Brother, Duke Ernst August, came into the Queen's room,"-- perhaps with his eye upon me and my motions ?"As they wished to speak together, I withdrew by order." This Duke Ernst August, age now 31, is the youngest Brother of the family; there never was any Sister but this dying one, who is four years older.

Ernst August has some tincture of soldiership at this time (Marlborough Wars, and the like), as all his kindred had; but ultimately he got the Bishopric of Osnabruck, that singular spiritual heirloom, or HALF-heirloom of the family; and there lived or vegetated without noise.

Poor soul, he is the same Bishop of Osnabruck, to whose house, twenty-two years hence, George I., struck by apoplexy, was breathlessly galloping in the summer midnight, one wish now left in him, to be with his brother;--and arrived dead, or in the article of death.