Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-01-02

adventurous spirit will be long satisfied with
the quiet of his home at Resenau. He will
soon crave fresh stock of those vital cxpe-
riences, which in their present enjoyment
far surpass all anticipation and all memory.
At Dresden was welcomed 10y my friend
Alexander Zeigler, who had Just returned
from a visit TO the midnight sun at Ham
merfest. His face had waxed round and
ruddy in the breeze of the north, and from
the interest with which he spoke of his jour
ney | Mt once anticipated new volume
from his pen. Zeigler is known in Germa-
ny rs the author of Travels in America,
Spain and the Orient. His works are dis
tinguished by clear practical, serious bab-
it of observation, scrupulous attention to
details combined with considerable power of
generalization, and cheerful, genial tone,
which never rises into the realms of the i'm
agination, but often sparkles with touches
of graphic humor. He is enough of the
cosmopolite to enjoy the most widcly-sepa-
rated sphere of travel, and it is scarcely like
ly that he will remain very long at home
while his nature retains its present buoy
ancy and restless activity of life.
Dresden is at present the literary capital
of Germany although the King of Bavaria
by drawing around him such men as Boden-
stadt and Gcibel, seeks to secured thatIds-
tinction for Munich. Freytag, the author Of
that admirable novel, "!SoH md HaJen"
mot yet translated, 1 beleve,) resides in
Leipsic, and Mugge, whose "Afraia" has
charmed American readers, in Berlin; but
in Dresden are grouped Auerback, Gutzkow
DR.. Andrce, Wolfssohn, Julius Hammer
and Otto Requette, beside Professor Reich
bach, Steinlc, the engraver; Dahl, the old
Norwegian painter, and host Of other art
lists. | was fortunate enough to find the
password to this charming circle. Authors
and Artists have the same masonic signs all
over the world, and the cloud of smoke
which filed their private hall Of meeting in
the rear of the Chafe dcrEurope was the
same familiar atmosphere which my fellow
Centurions are wont to inhale at home.
Aufrbach, whose "Dortgeschihten" (Vil-
lage Stories) from the Black Forest have
European reputation, is ashort, broad-shoul-
dered, muscular ruddy-faced man, about
thirty-siX years of age. His eyes are large,
wide apart and brownish-gray, and the low
er part of his face is comfortably enveloped
in a short, thick brown beard He is one
of those hale, honest, clear-seeing natures
of which there are too few in the world-a
mixture of keen intelligence and child-like
simplicity and naivete, such as we find in
the dramatists of the Elizabethan age He
knows the woods and mountains too well to
be fretted by the frigid conventionalties
which rule the talk of society. He is too
unconscious of them even to notice them
with his scorn; but speaks straight from the
heart whatever comes first, and averything
as it comes--fun, earnest satire enthusiasm,
He says many good things, and even where
he hits pretty sharply, is so genial and true
hearted thereby, that no wound is left be-
hind.
was delighted to find how Immediately
Auerbrch and my sailor Braisted understood
each other. Authors have perhaps the tru-
est instincts of character in other men, but
those who lead free life in close commu-
Mon with nature-hunters, sailors and lun-
bermen, who can dare to act without subter-
fuge, compromise, or even the ordinary con-
sidcrations of worldly prudencc--are scarce
ly less correct in their sympathies. They
may be unable to apprecile particular ranges
of intellect, but they read character at a
glance. The German author and the Amer
ican sailor in spite of their totally diver
gent lives and experiences of mankind,
knew each at first sight, with as just an cs-
timation as the literary friends of the one or
the faithfulest shipmates of the other, after
years of familiar intercourse.
DR.. Carl Andree, the distinguished geog-
rapher, was in one respect wonder to me.
There is not man in Europe, venture to
say, and not great many in some parts OF
the United States, who possess such an in
innate knowledge of our country and its in
sttutions, its geography, its statistics and
its social and political life. 1t was curious
to sit in his library in Dresden, knowing
that he had never crossed the Atlantic, and
to hear him discuss the alterations of Amer
lean editors, and reveal the wire-working
demagogues and political jugglers, even to
the smallest. | was sorry to find that at
this distance, he had allowed himself to be
drawn into tho vortex of our party excite
ment, and to be misled into an attachment
for Buchanan; but there are too many at
home in the same predicament Androe is
at the same time one of the best compan-
ions in tho world-a mixture which wish
were moro common in America We have
the workers in plenty but work too often
robs us of the social amenities of life.
In company with Zeigler called upon
Gutzkow, the dramatist who unquestionably
stands at the head of living German wri-