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Caught i1E His Olcn Trap
What a glorious thing it is to hay
a holiday! little allotment Of tim
all your own, upon which you nee
pay duty to no man living, and with
in the compass of which, if you be
scholar, no one can plague you abOu
the date of the Hiegra, or "eXact DO
litical significance Ct the LiciniaI
ROgations, nor any shock fall upOI
Z you, if YOU be man of business, from
alarming kilograms respecting the fal
of UtoDian COnsOls, or the unhealthy
depression" Of the ClOudland Allan
I tic Grand Central Railway. Surely
/ there is no one living who does no
appreciate such a furlough, from the
fOUrtn-form boy who over eats him
self at Warwick or KenilWOrth on the
half-yearly holiday, damped only By
] the hOrrid recollection that work be
gins again next day, up to the weaTieC
merchant prince who follows out hi:
Doctors prescription of complete
change of scene," by making Rome
or Switzerland as like London as pos.
sible for two months every year.
Somewhat after this fashion (had ]
| felt inclined) I might have solilOqui-
Zed, as sat looking down upon the
good town of Heidelburg from the
| terrace Of the "Molken-Kur, "a lit
tie wooden amberge, perched upon q
projecting bluff, in which few SOi-Oti-
SAINT invalids play at curing them
selves eating the greatest possible
amount of curds and whey. And,
certainly, the scene before NJ deserved
more than passing glance. Above
rose the green, slOping crest of the
Konigstuhl, with all its waving woods,
upon which the fading sunshine lin
gered lovingly; all around lay the
leafy hillsides, between which, like q
thread of gold, glittered the winding
stream of the Neckar; Immediately
below me lay the narrow streets and
tall grim houses of the quaint little
town, above which the vast red tow
ers of the castle stood out in the glow
of sunset like pillars Of fire; and far
out in the plain beyond, breaking with
its shining curves the mOnOtony OF
the vast green level, could Just des-
cry the broad, smooth flow of the pa
rent Rhine.
But at this moment my reflections
are broken in sufficiently unrOman-
tic way by conclusion of a huge steep
le-crowned hat, which, driven by the
wind, ricochets off my shoulder, and
is just rolling over the brow Of the
hill, when sprang forward and clutch
ed it. Turning to look for the owner,
l find myself face to face with quiet,
pleasant looking old gentleman in
frilled shirt and black silk stockings,
the very image Of the Glass Dwarf in
Wilhelm Hauff's " Kaltes Herr ;" ev-
identity a man of some note by the re-
spect with which the hdGitues make
way for him.
Many thanks, mein Herr" says
the old man, as l restored his errand
head gear. " Pm not quite so supple
now as / was when 1 took the prize at
the Freyberg VOlksfest, fOrty-three
years ago, before L even thought of
becoming a Professor. It's only you
English who can keep up your train
ing forever"
"How did you guess that was an
Englishman ~ asked i, somewhat
surprised; for, indeed with a beard
like q Pasha's and face brOnzed by
the sun of Egypt and Syria, my ap-
pearance is anything but tAnglO-SaXon.
No one but an Englishman would
have caught that hat as you did," an
swered the Professor, with o little
chuckiing laugh. cts just in their
nature to Jump up and run after any
thing that passes. All, if you Eng
lish would only employ your ire
pressible energies in the cause of sci
ence, what might you not achieve
But no; you do not care to learn
"Do us the justice to believe, Herr
Professor, that the nation which pro-
duced Bacon and Newton has still
some reverence for science. ="
"They were mighty men," replied
the old gentleman, with q rnverential
bend of his gray head; "but l am
speaking of the nation at large, not OF
few exceptional celebrities. Ach
Himmel! what set they are, those
English I A fine life they led me
when I first began to practice medi-
cine down yonder in SaXony. The
first thing in the morning king
king! at my door. What is it?' AN
Englishmen who has broken his leg
in irving to climb the TeufelshOrn,
which no one ever ascended- yet
set the Herr Englander's leg, and left
him pretty comfortable. Not half an
hour later king king again. What
now = An Englishn1an who had
been half drowned in swimming
across the Elbe against the current for
q wager. l roll the Herr EnglandeT
in warm blankets and bring him
round. Before l have well settled in
nv chair again, klIngI king! once
more. tMein GOtt! what's the mat
ter?' An Englishman who has tried
to run twelve miles within the hour,
because some one said he couldn't, and
has broken down under the strain
Mein Herr, am sorry to have to say
it, but your countrymen are equally
devoid Of fear and of reason. There
is but one man in England whom l
can truly reverence, and his name is
Herr CaTlyle"
"Mr. Carlyle, why, he's an old
friend of mine! l saw him the last
time 1 was in England. Pm glad you
admire him."
"Did you, Mein Herr? did you re-
ally?" SAYS the old man, with unmis-
taxable interest. "Tell me all about
him, I beseech you; he is a great man
worthy to have been born a Ger
man r
And for nearly twenty minutes we
sit in judgment upon the biographer
of Frederick the Great, till the strokes
of seven, booming from the town be-
low, warn the Professor that it is time
to be going home.
"YOu must come with me, Mein
Herr" saws he, rising from his seat /;
"no excuses, I beg of you. 1t shall
never be said that Justus Weissenhart
met with friend of the Herr Carlyle
without making him welcome; and,
besides, pve got something to show
you which l think will interest you" "
The old mans hearty manner was
not to be resisted; and quarter OF
an hour later ! stood before the door
of a tall, grim looking stone house at
the corner of the Market Platz, the
curiously-carved front of which show
ed that it had seen more than one CEN
tlry. But if its outside was stern and
unpromising, its inside was cOmforta-
bic in the highest degree; and so /
thought when 1 found myself seated
over 8 substantial German supper in
the Professors little snuggery, and
heard the old mans CHEEKY voice bid
ding me fall TO. and spare nothing" "
While eating, found time to glance
round the room, which, save for its
antique furniture and heavy cross
beams of dark oak, differed but little
from the countless other labOraories
that I had seen in various towns of
Southern Germany; but one object
arrested my attention. human
skeleton planted upright in corner,
presenting q pistol menacing with its
fieshless hand. The Professor noticed
the direction Of my eyes, and smiled
significantly.
EFThats the curiosity was speaking
Of" said he; "it has history of its
Own," said he; (which is worth hear
ing. When we have finished our sup
per I'll tell it to you"
Aud, accordingly as soon as OuI
meal was ended, Herr Weissenhart
settled himself comfortably in his
great easy chair, lighted an enormous
German pipe, which the most season
ed Hfoxn in the university would have
found it hard to smoke out, and began
as follows:
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