"There, my Frederick," said she, "there is every thing necessary--only the ink, I fear, may be dried." The prince shook his head, smiling.

"Such a lover's oath as I will transcribe for you can be written with no common ink.

See, here is my ink!" The prince had suddenly made a slight incision in his arm, and, as the blood gushed out, he dipped his pen in it, and wrote; then handed it to Wilhelmine, saying: "Read it here, in the presence of God and ourselves." Wilhelmine pressed it to her lips, and read, with a solemn voice: "'By my word of honor as a prince, I will never forsake you, and only death shall separate you from me .-- Prince Frederick William of Prussia.'" [Footnote: "Memoires of the Countess Lichtenau." p.

120.] "By my word of honor as a prince, I will never forsake you, and only death shall separate me from you," repeated the prince, as he bent over Wilhelmine, lifting her in his arms and placing her upon his knee.

"Take the paper and guard it carefully," said he.