Then we drove to Charlottenburg to see the Mausoleum. I know not when I have been more deeply affected than there; and yet, not so much by the sweet, lifelike statue of the queen as by that of the king, her husband, executed by the same hand.’ Such an expression of long-desired rest, after suffering the toil, is shed over the faceso sweet, so heavenly! There, where he has prayed year after yearhoping, yearning, longingthere, at last, he rests, life’s long anguish over ! My heart melted as I looked at these two, so long dividedhe so long a mourner, she so long mournednow calmly resting side by side in a sleep so tranquil.
We went through the palace. We saw the present king’s writing desk and table in his study, just as he left them. His writing establishment is about as plain as yours. Men who really mean to do anything do not use fancy tools. His bedroom, also, is in a style of severe simplicity. There were several engravings fastened against the wall; and in the anteroom a bust and medallion of the Empress Eugeniea thing which I should not exactly have expected in a born king’s palace; but beauty is sacred, and kings can not call it parvenu. Then we went into the queen’s bed-room, finished in green, and then through the rooms of Queen Louisa. Those marks of her presence, which you saw during the old king’s lifetime, are now removed; we saw no traces of her dresses, gloves, or books. In one room, draped in white muslin over pink, we were informed the Empress of Russia was born.
In going out to Charlottenburg, we rode through the Thiergarten, the Tuileries of Berlin. In one of the most quiet and sequestered spots is the monument erected by the people of Berlin to their old king. The pedestal is Carrara marble, sculptured with beautiful scenes called garden pleasureschildren in all manner of outdoor sports, and parents fondly looking on. It is graceful, and peculiarly appropriate to those grounds where parents and children are constantly congregating. The whole is surmounted by a statue of the king, in white marblethe finest representation of him I have ever seen. Thoughtful, yet benign, , the old king seems like a good father keeping a grave and affectionate watch over the pleasures of his children in their garden frolics. There was something about these moss-grown gardens that seemed so rural and pastoral, that I at once preferred them to all I had seen in Europe. Choice flowers are planted in knots, here and there, in sheltered nooks, as if they had grown by accident ; and an air of sweet, natural wildness is left amid the most careful cultivation. The people seemed to be enjoying themselves less demonstratively and with less vivacity than in France, but with a calm inwardness. Each nation has its own way of being happy, and the style of life in each bears a certain relation of appropriateness to character. The trim, dressy, animated air of the Tuileries suits admirably with the mobile, sprightly vivacity of society there. Both, in their way, axe beautiful; but this seems less formal, and more according to nature.