Might I die a thousand times, provided you lived and were happy! "I can say no more.

Grief chokes me; and I can only repeat that your fate shall be mine; being, my dear Brother, your "WILHELMINA." What a shrill penetrating tone, like the wildly weeping voice of Rachel; tragical, painful, gone quite to falsetto and above pitch; but with a melody in its dissonance like the singing of the stars.

My poor shrill Wilhelmina!-- KING TO WILHELMINA (has not yet received the Above).
"EILENBURG, 17th October, 1757.
"MY DEAREST SISTER,--What is the good of philosophy unless one employ it in the disagreeable moments of life?
It is then, my dear Sister, that courage and firmness avail us.
"I am now in motion; and having once got into that, you may calculate I shall not think of sitting down again, except under improved omens.
If outrage irritates even cowards, what will it do to hearts that have courage?
"I foresee I shall not be able to write again for perhaps six weeks: which fails not to be a sorrow to me: but I entreat you to be calm during these turbulent affairs, and to wait with patience the month of December; paying no regard to the Nurnberg Newspapers nor to those of the Reich, which are totally Austrian.
"I am tired as a dog (COMME UN CHIEN).

I embrace you with my whole heart; being with the most perfect affection (TENDRESSE), my dearest Sister, your"-- FRIEDRICH.
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(AT SOME OTHER HOUR, SAME PLACE AND DAY.) "'No possibility of Peace,' say your accounts [Letter lost]; 'the French won't hear my name mentioned.' Well; from me they shall not farther.