not a loving, trustworthy friend, to whom every thing can be
confided? You two shall be my sole companions this evening." 

Raising his flute, he commenced to play softly, walking up and down
his room.  Diana followed him slowly, listening in seeming devotion
to the long, wailing tones of her rival. 

Sad and wonderful to hear was the music of this solitary king; like
broken, dying sighs and sobs were its tones; and the howling wind,
rushing in through the window, added its mournful wail to Federick
the Great's song of woe. 

End of Project Gutenberg Etext Frederick The Great And His Family, by Muhlbach