hero, like drowned honor by the locks, and rescue it,
into visibility.

That Friedrich, on reaching home, made haste to get out, of the
bustle of joyances and exclamations on the streets; proceeded
straight to his music-chapel in Charlottenburg, summoning the
Artists, or having them already summoned; and had there, all alone,
sitting invisible wrapt in his cloak, Graun's or somebody's grand
TE-DEUM pealed out to him, in seas of melody,--soothing and
salutary to the altered soul, revolving many things,--is a popular
myth, of pretty and appropriate character; but a myth only, with no
real foundation, though it has some loose and apparent.
[In PREUSS, ii. 46, all the details of it.] No doubt, Friedrich had
his own thoughts on entering Berlin again, after such a voyage
through the deeps; himself, his Country still here, though solitary
and in a world of wild shipwrecks. He was not without piety; but it
did not take the devotional form, and his habits had nothing of
the clerical.

What is perfectly known, and much better worth knowing, is the
instantaneous practical alacrity with which he set about repairing
that immense miscellany of ruin; and the surprising success he had
in dealing with it. His methods, his rapid inventions and
procedures, in this matter, are still memorable to Prussia;
and perhaps might with advantage be better known than they are in
some other Countries. To us, what is all we can do with them here,
they will indicate that this is still the old Friedrich, with his
old activities and promptitudes; which indeed continue unabated,
lively in Peace as in War, to the end of his life and reign.