The King lay speechless, seemingly still conscious, in bed; Cochius prays with fervor, in a loud tone, that the dying King may hear and join.

"Not so loud!" says the King, rallying a little.

He had remembered that it was the season when his servants got their new liveries; they had been ordered to appear this day in full new costume: "O vanity! O vanity!" said Friedrich Wilhelm, at sight of the ornamented plush.

"Pray for me, pray for me; my trust is in the Saviour!" he often said.

His pains, his weakness are great; the cordage of a most tough heart rending itself piece by piece.