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"Suffer," said Frederick, taking it with gentle violence,-"suffer

me to clasp this hand, which is about to repair so many wrongs,

to scatter so many blessings; which will comfort so many who are

in affliction, which will offer itself, peaceably and humbly, to

so many enemies."

"It is too much," said the Unknown, sobbing aloud; "leave me, my

lord! good Frederick! leave me! Crowds eagerly await your

presence, among whom are pure and innocent souls, who have come

from far to see and hear you, and you remain here to

converse--with whom?"