Wilhelmina says, [_Memoires,_ i. 22.] her Brother was "slow" in
learning: we may presume, she means idle, volatile, not always prompt
in fixing his attention to what did not interest him. Moreover, he was
often weakly in health, as she herself adds; so that exertion was not
recommendable for him. Herr von Loen (a witty Prussian Official, and
famed man-of-letters once, though forgotten now) testifies expressly
that the Boy was of bright parts, and that he made rapid progress. "The
Crown-Prince manifests in this tender age [his seventh year] an uncommon
capacity; nay we may say, something quite extraordinary (_etwas ganz
Ausserordentliches_). He is a most alert and vivacious Prince; he has
fine and sprightly manners; and shows a certain kindly sociality, and
so affectionate a disposition that all things may be hoped of him.
The French Lady who [under Roucoulles] has had charge of his learning
hitherto, cannot speak of him without enthusiasm. _'C'est un esprit
ange'lique_ (a little angel),' she is wont to say. He takes up, and
learns, whatever is put before him, with the greatest facility." [Van
Loen, _Kleine Schriften,_ ii. 27 (as cited in Rodenbeck, No. iv. 479).]
For the rest, that Friedrich Wilhelm's intentions and Rhadamanthine
regulations, in regard to him, were fulfilled in every point, we will by
no means affirm. Rules of such exceeding preciseness, if grounded here
and there only on the SIC-VOLO, how could they be always kept, except on
the surface and to the eye merely? The good Duhan, diligent to open
his pupil's mind, and give Nature fair-play, had practically found
it inexpedient to tie him too rigorously to the arbitrary formal
departments where no natural curiosity, but only order from without,
urges the ingenious pupil. What maximum strictness in school-drill there
can have been, we may infer from one thing, were there no other: the
ingenious Pupil's mode of SPELLING. Fritz learned to write a fine,
free-flowing, rapid and legible business-hand; "Arithmetic" too,
"Geography," and many other Useful Knowledges that had some geniality of
character, or attractiveness in practice, were among his acquisitions;
much, very much he learned in the course of his life; but to SPELL,
much more to punctuate, and subdue the higher mysteries of Grammar to
himself, was always an unachievable perfection. He did improve somewhat
in after life; but here is the length to which he had carried that
necessary art in the course of nine years' exertion, under Duhan and
the subsidiary preceptors; it is in the following words and alphabetic
letters that he gratefully bids Duhan farewell,--who surely cannot
have been a very strict drill-sergeant in the arbitrary branches of
schooling!
"Mon cher Duhan Je Vous promais (PROMETS) que quand j'aurez (J'AURAI)
mon propre argent en main, je Vous donnerez (DONNERAI) enuelement
(ANNUELLEMENT) 2400 ecu (ECUS) par an, et je vous aimerais (AIMERAI)
toujour encor (TOUJORS ENCORE) un peu plus q'asteure (QU'A CETTE HEURE)
s'il me l'est (M'EST) posible (POSSIBLE)."
"MY DEAR DUHAN,--I promise to you, that when I shall have my money in my
own hands, I will give you annually 2400 crowns [say 350 pounds]
EVERY YEAR; and that I will love you always even a little more than at
present, if that be possible.
"FRIDERIC P.R. [Prince-Royal]."
"POTSDAM, le 20 de juin, 1727." [Preuss, i. 22.]
The Document has otherwise its beauty; but such is the spelling of
it. In fact his Grammar, as he would himself now and then regretfully
discern, in riper years, with some transient attempt or resolution to
remedy or help it, seems to have come mainly by nature; so likewise
his "STYLUS" both in French and German,--a very fair style, too, in the
former dialect:--but as to his spelling, let him try as he liked, he
never came within sight of perfection.
The things ordered with such rigorous minuteness, if but arbitrary
things, were apt to be neglected; the things forbidden, especially
in the like case, were apt to become doubly tempting. It appears, the
prohibition of Latin gave rise to various attempts, on the part of
Friedrich, to attain that desirable Language. Secret lessons, not from
Duhan, but no doubt with Duhan's connivance, were from time to time
undertaken with this view: once, it is recorded, the vigilant Friedrich
Wilhelm, going his rounds, came upon Fritz and one of his Preceptors
(not Duhan but a subaltern) actually engaged in this illicit employment.
Friedrich himself was wont to relate this anecdote in after life.
[Busching, _Beitrage zu der Lebensgeschichte denkwurdiger Personen,_ v.
33. Preuss, i. 24.] They had Latin books, dictionaries, grammars on the
table, all the contraband apparatus; busy with it there, like a pair of
coiners taken in the fact. Among other Books was a copy of the Golden
Bull of Kaiser Karl IV.,--_Aurea Bulla,_ from the little golden BULLETS
or pellets hung to it,--by which sublime Document, as perhaps we hinted
long ago, certain so-called Fundamental Constitutions, or at least
formalities and solemn practices, method of election, rule of
precedence, and the like, of the Holy Roman Empire, had at last been
settled on a sure footing, by that busy little Kaiser, some three
hundred and fifty years before; a Document venerable almost next to the
Bible in Friedrich Wilhelm's loyal eyes, "What is this; what are you
venturing upon here?" exclaims Paternal Vigilance, in an astonished
dangerous tone. _"Ihro Majestat, ich explicire dem Prinzen Auream
Bullam,"_ exclaimed the trembling pedagogue: "Your Majesty, I am
explaining AUREA BULLA [Golden Bull] to the Prince!"--"Dog, I will
Golden-Bull you!" said his Majesty, flourishing his rattan, _"Ich will
dich, Schurke, be-auream-bullam!"_ which sent the terrified wretch off
at the top of his speed, and ended the Latin for that time. [Forster, i.
356.]
Friedrich's Latin could never come to much, under these impediments. But
he retained some smatterings of it in mature life; and was rather fond
of producing his classical scraps,--often in an altogether mouldy,
and indeed hitherto inexplicable condition. _"De gustibus non est
disputandus," "Beati possEdentes," "CompIlle intrare," "BeatUS pauperes
spiritus;"_ the meaning of these can be guessed: but _"Tot verbas
tot spondera,"_ for example,--what can any commentator make of that?
_"Festina lente," "Dominus vobiscum," "Flectamus genua," "Quod bene
notandum;"_ these phrases too, and some three or four others of the
like, have been riddled from his Writings by diligent men: [Preuss (i.
24) furnishes the whole stock of them.] _"O tempora, O mores!_ You see,
I don't forget my Latin," writes he once.
The worst fruit of these contraband operations was, that they involved
the Boy in clandestine practices, secret disobediences, apt to be found
out from time to time, and tended to alienate his Father from him. Of
which sad mutual humor we already find traces in that early Wusterhausen
Document: "Not to be so dirty," says the reproving Father. And the
Boy does not take to hunting at all, likes verses, story-books,
flute-playing better; seems to be of effeminate tendencies, an
EFFEMINIRTER KERL; affects French modes, combs out his hair like
a cockatoo, the foolish French fop, instead of conforming to the
Army-regulation, which prescribes close-cropping and a club!
This latter grievance Friedrich Wilhelm decided, at last, to abate,
and have done with; this, for one. It is an authentic fact, though not
dated,--dating perhaps from about Fritz's fifteenth year. "Fritz is a
QUERPFEIFER UND POET," not a Soldier! would his indignant Father growl;
looking at those foreign effeminate ways of his. QUERPFEIFE, that is
simply "German-flute," "CROSS-PIPE" (or FIFE of any kind, for we
English have thriftily made two useful words out of the Deutsch root);
"Cross-pipe," being held across the mouth horizontally. Worthless
employment, if you are not born to be of the regimental band! thinks
Friedrich Wilhelm. Fritz is celebrated, too, for his fine foot; a dapper
little fellow, altogether pretty in the eyes of simple female courtiers,
with his blond locks combed out at the temples, with his bright eyes,
sharp wit, and sparkling capricious ways. The cockatoo locks, these at
least we will abate! decides the Paternal mind.
And so, unexpectedly, Friedrich Wilhelm has commanded these bright
locks, as contrary to military fashion, of which Fritz has now
unworthily the honor of being a specimen, to be ruthlessly shorn
away. Inexorable: the HOF-CHIRURGUS (Court-Surgeon, of the nature
of Barber-Surgeon), with scissors and comb, is here; ruthless Father
standing by. Crop him, my jolly Barber; close down to the accurate
standard; soaped club, instead of flowing locks; we suffer no exceptions
in this military department: I stand here till it is done. Poor Fritz,
they say, had tears in his eyes; but what help in tears? The judicious
Chirurgus, however, proved merciful. The judicious Chirurgus struck in
as if nothing loath, snack, snack; and made a great show of clipping.
Friedrich Wilhelm took a newspaper till the job were done; the judicious
Barber, still making a great show of work, combed back rather than cut
off these Apollo locks; did Fritz accurately into soaped club, to the
cursory eye; but left him capable of shaking out his chevelure again on
occasion,--to the lasting gratitude of Fritz. [Preuss, i. 16.]
THE NOLTENIUS-AND-PANZENDORF DRILL-EXERCISE.
On the whole, as we said, a youth needs good assimilating power, if he
is to grow in this world! Noltenius aud Panzendorf, for instance, they
were busy "teaching Friedrich religion." Rather a strange operation this
too, if we were to look into it. We will not look too closely. Another
pair of excellent most solemn drill-sergeants, in clerical black serge;
they also are busy instilling dark doctrines into the bright young Boy,
so far as possible; but do not seem at any time to have made too deep
an impression on him. May we not say that, in matter of religion too,
Friedrich was but ill-bested? Enlightened Edict-of-Nantes Protestantism,
a cross between Bayle and Calvin: that was but indifferent babe's milk
to the little creature. Nor could Noltenius's Catechism, and ponderous
drill-exercise in orthodox theology, much inspire a clear soul with
pieties, and tendencies to soar Heavenward.
Alas, it is a dreary litter indeed, mere wagon-load on wagon-load of
shot-rubbish, that is heaped round this new human plant, by Noltenius
and Company, among others. A wonder only that they did not extinguish
all Sense of the Highest in the poor young soul, and leave only a Sense
of the Dreariest and Stupidest. But a healthy human soul can stand a
great deal. The healthy soul shakes off, in an unexpectedly victorious
manner, immense masses of dry rubbish that have been shot upon it by
its assiduous pedagogues and professors. What would become of any of us
otherwise! Duhan, opening the young soul, by such modest gift as Duhan
had, to recognize black from white a little, in this embroiled high
Universe, is probably an exception in some small measure. But, Duhan
excepted, it may be said to have been in spite of most of his teachers,
and their diligent endeavors, that Friedrich did acquire some human
piety; kept the sense of truth alive in his mind; knew, in whatever
words he phrased it, the divine eternal nature of Duty; and managed, in
the muddiest element and most eclipsed Age ever known, to steer by the
heavenly loadstars and (so we must candidly term it) to FOLLOW God's
Law; in some measure, with or without Noltenius for company. Noltenius's
CATECHISM, or ghostly Drill-manual for Fritz, at least the Catechism he
had plied Wilhelmina with, which no doubt was the same, is still extant.
[Preuss, i. 15;--specimens of it in Rodenbeck.] A very abstruse Piece;
orthodox Lutheran-Calvinist, all proved from Scripture; giving what
account it can of this unfathomable Universe, to the young mind. To
modern Prussians it by no means shines as the indubitablest Theory of
the Universe. Indignant modern Prussians produce excerpts from it, of
an abstruse nature; and endeavor to deduce therefrom some of Friedrich's
aberrations in matters of religion, which became notorious enough by
and by. Alas, I fear, it would not have been easy, even for the modern
Prussian, to produce a perfect Catechism for the use of Friedrich; this
Universe still continues a little abstruse!
And there is another deeper thing to be remarked: the notion of
"teaching" religion, in the way of drill-exercise; which is a very
strange notion, though a common one, and not peculiar to Noltenius and
Friedrich Wilhelm. Piety to God, the nobleness that inspires a human
soul to struggle Heavenward, cannot be "taught" by the most exquisite
catechisms, or the most industrious preachings and drillings. No; alas,
no. Only by far other methods,--chiefly by silent continual Example,
silently waiting for the favorable mood and moment, and aided then by a
kind of miracle, well enough named "the grace of God,"--can that sacred
contagion pass from soul into soul. How much beyond whole Libraries of
orthodox Theology is, sometimes, the mute action, the unconscious look
of a father, of a mother, who HAD in them "Devoutness, pious Nobleness"!
In whom the young soul, not unobservant, though not consciously
observing, came at length to recognize it; to read it, in this
irrefragable manner: a seed planted thenceforth in the centre of his
holiest affections forevermore!
Noltenius wore black serge; kept the corners of his mouth well down; and
had written a Catechism of repute; but I know not that Noltenius carried
much seed of living piety about with him; much affection from, or for,
young Fritz he could not well carry. On the whole, it is a bad outlook
on the religious side; and except in Apprenticeship to the rugged and as
yet repulsive Honesties of Friedrich Wilhelm, I see no good element in
it. Bayle-Calvin, with Noltenius and Catechisms of repute: there is no
"religion" to be had for a little Fritz out of all that. Endless Doubt
will be provided for him out of all that, probably disbelief of all
that;--and, on the whole, if any form at all, a very scraggy form of
moral existence; from which the Highest shall be hopelessly absent; and
in which anything High, anything not Low and Lying, will have double
merit.
It is indeed amazing what quantities and kinds of extinct ideas apply
for belief, sometimes in a menacing manner, to the poor mind of man, and
poor mind of child, in these days. They come bullying in upon him,
in masses, as if they were quite living ideas; ideas of a dreadfully
indispensable nature, the evident counterpart, and salutary
interpretation, of Facts round him, which, it is promised the poor young
creature, he SHALL recognize to correspond with them, one day. At which
"correspondence," when the Facts are once well recognized, he has at
last to ask himself with amazement, "Did I ever recognize it, then?"
Whereby come results incalculable; not good results any of them;--some
of them unspeakably bad! The ease of Crown-Prince Friedrich in Berlin is
not singular; all cities and places can still show the like. And when it
will end, is not yet clear. But that it ever should have begun, will one
day be the astonishment. As if the divinest function of a human being
were not even that of believing; of discriminating, with his God-given
intellect, what is from what is not; and as if the point were, to render
that either an impossible function, or else what we must sorrowfully
call a revolutionary, rebellious and mutinous one. O Noltenius, O
Panzendorf, do for pity's sake take away your Catechetical ware; and say
either nothing to the poor young Boy, or some small thing he will find
to be BEYOND doubt when he can judge of it! Fever, pestilence, are bad
for the body; but Doubt, impious mutiny, doubly impious hypocrisy, are
these nothing for the mind? Who would go about inculcating Doubt, unless
he were far astray indeed, and much at a loss for employment!
But the sorest fact in Friedrich's schooling, the forest, for the
present, though it ultimately proved perhaps the most beneficent one,
being well dealt with by the young soul, and nobly subdued to his higher
uses, remains still to be set forth. Which will be a long business,
first and last!