She had long wished to visit her beloved father in Strelitz. She started cheerfully from Charlottenburg, June 25, 1810, but soon became very serious, and scarcely knew why she was so downhearted when she reached the frontiers of Mecklenburg. Did she have a presentiment of her early death? Certainly she had said at her last birthday celebration—“I feel that this will be the last time that I shall have a birthday.” But this fit of sadness passed and she was filled with joy at the meeting with her dear father. She found her eighty-year-old grandmother, the Landgravine of Darmstadt, also at Strelitz. While there she wished to live only for her own people, and she attended but one court function, at which all those present noted an indescribable nobility and sweetness in her bearing. Her beautiful features bore the stamp of suffering, and when she raised her lovely blue eyes toward heaven, her look unconsciously expressed a longing for the home above. After the meal, Louise joined the circle of more intimate friends, and they admired the pearls which were her only ornaments. She answered: “I am very fond of them and withheld them when I gave up my jewels. They suit me best for they symbolize tears, and I have wept so many.” When the King punctually joined her as he had promised, she cried: “Now at last I am perfectly happy.” She immediately seated herself at her father’s desk and wrote in French the words: “My dear father, to-day I am very happy as your daughter and as wife of the best of all husbands. New Strelitz, June 28, 1810. “Louise.” These were the last words she ever wrote. Late in the evening she drove with the King and her family out to the country seat of High-Zieritz.