The royal family had arrived from
Magdeburg.
Every one hastened to the streets to see Frederick, who on his
departure had been but the hero-king of Prussia, but who now, on his
return, was the hero of all Europe--whom all nations greeted--whose
name was uttered in Tartary, in Africa, with wonder and admiration--
yes, in all parts of the civilized and uncivilized world!
The streets were filled with laughing crowds; all pressed toward the
Frankfort gate, where the king was to enter. The largest arch of
triumph was erected over this gate, and all other streets were
decorated somewhat in the same manner. Every eye was turned toward
this street; all were awaiting with loudly-beating hearts the
appearance of that hero whose brow was decked with so many costly
laurels. No heart was more impatient, no one gazed so eagerly at the
Frankfort gate as the good Marquis d'Argens; he stood at the head of
the burghers, near the arch of triumph; he had organized the
citizens for this festal reception; he had left his cherished
retirement for love of his royal friend; to welcome him, he had
ventured into the cutting wind of a cold March morning.
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