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In those terrible days when the devastating tread of Napoleon was causing all Europe to tremble, leaving blight and woe and humiliation everywhere, – besides those slain in battle, there were countless noble hearts that broke with shame and sorrow. Among others was the heart of the lovely Queen of King William, of Germany. In the environs of Berlin she sleeps, in a tomb of peculiar construction, built by her husband. It stands alone in a forest. As you enter, the light is dim and sombre; but at the farther end the sunbeams pour in full splendor through transparent windows. The gloom and shadow at the entrance represents the darkness that lies about the opening of death’s vale; the radiance of the pure golden sunlight, as you pass through, represents the brightness of the glory of the blessed life into which death ushers the Christian.