AMELIA (starting up). He lives then? He lives! You know him? Where is he? Where? (About to rush out.) OLD M. What know you about my son? HERMANN. He was a student at the university of Leipzic. From thence he travelled about, I know not how far. He wandered all over Germany, and, as he told me himself, barefoot and bareheaded, begging his bread from door to door. After five months, the fatal war between Prussia and Austria broke out afresh, and as he had no hopes left in this world, the fame of Frederick's victorious banner drew him to Bohemia. Permit me, said he to the great Schwerin, to die on the bed of heroes, for I have no longer a father!-- OLD M. O! Amelia! Look not on me! HERMANN. They gave him a pair of colors. With the Prussians he flew on the wings of victory. We chanced to lie together, in the same tent. He talked much of his old father, and of happy days that were past--and of disappointed hopes--it brought the tears into our eyes. OLD M. (buries his face in his pillow).--No more! Oh, no more! HERMANN. A week after, the fierce battle of Prague was fought--I can assure you your son behaved like a brave soldier. He performed prodigies that day in sight of the whole army. Five regiments were successively cut down by his side, and still he kept his ground. Fiery shells fell right and left, and still your son kept his ground. A ball shattered his right hand: he seized the colors with his left, and still he kept his ground! AMELIA (in transport). Hector, Hector! do you hear? He kept his ground! HERMANN. On the evening of the battle I found him on the same spot. He had sunk down, amidst a shower of hissing balls: with his left hand he was staunching the blood that flowed from a fearful wound; his right he had buried in the earth. "Comrade!" cried he when he saw me, "there has been a report through the ranks that the general fell an hour ago--" "He is fallen," I replied, "and thou?" "Well, then," he cried, withdrawing his left hand from the wound, "let every brave soldier follow his general!" Soon after he breathed out his noble soul, to join his heroic leader. FRANCIS (feigning to rush wildly on HERMANN). May death seal thy accursed lips! Art thou come here to give the death-blow to our father? Father! Amelia! father! HERMANN. It was the last wish of my expiring comrade. "Take this sword," faltered he, with his dying breath, "deliver it to my aged father; his son's blood is upon it--he is avenged--let him rejoice. Tell him that his curse drove me into battle and into death; that I fell in despair." His last sigh was "Amelia." AMELIA (like one aroused from lethargy). His last sigh--Amelia! OLD M. (screaming horribly, and tearing his hair). My curse drove him into death! He fell in despair! FRANCIS (pacing up and down the room). Oh! what have you done, father? My Charles! my brother!