Would to Heaven I might die before her;--and that this terror itself don't take away my life without my actually losing her!" [_OEuvres de Frederic,_ xxvi.

179, "Klenny, near Skalitz, 3d August, 1758;" Henri's Letter is dated "Camp of Tschopau, 28th July" (ib.

277).]...
At Grussau (August 9th) he writes to his dear Wilhelmina herself: "O you, the dearest of my family, you whom I have most at heart of all in this world,--for the sake of whatever is most precious to you, preserve yourself, and let me have at least the consolation of shedding my tears in your bosom! Fear nothing for US, and"-- O King, she is dying, and I believe knows it, though you will hope to the last! There is something piercingly tragical in those final Letters of Friedrich to his Wilhelmina, written from such scenes of wreck and storm, and in Wilhelmina's beautiful ever-loving quiet Answers, dictated when she could no longer write.

["July 18th" is the last by her hand, and "almost illegible;"-- still extant, it seems, though withheld from us.

Was received at Grussau here, and answered at some length (_OEuvres,_ xxvii.
i.