Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-01-01

| one OF the little streets hight took place IN
one OF the courts, and il half a minute inc
street was absolutely filed with every con-
ceivable species of low, excited people, yell
ing and gesticulating like Frenchmen. Police
men Immediately came along and carried off
| two men by the nap OF the neck-the crowd
being very bad-tempered over it, calling the
police pigs and beasts.
From Letter to a Near Relative.
DRESDEN, --, IS.
DEAR -: Harris and I have just re-
turned from little trip we took to Berlin.
Potsdam, Leipsic, etc., and are now in Dres
den waiting for b and the ladies to come
along, We left them at Carlsbad, you know,
taking the water. We went through the gal
leries of Berlin, and saw all the interesting
and uninteresting things We could. AT Pots
dam is the palace of Frederick the Great, and
the magnificent garden, etc., where
he aired his sweet temper once in
a while, after throwing plates at the heads
of the family, or beheading a duke or so.
We sat on the seat where he probably sat
more than once, and swore by the hour at
the old windmill on his premises, that he
could never buy Of the miller. | dozed
| q
| full of stroIling pIlncesses, walking sadly
about. l could hear their voices singing to
themselves. AS l sat really heard vGlces,
one voice humming softly; | listened there
was step on the walk, and [ could hear the
words of her song almost. The King was at
the palace, and l knew there must be some
princesses in the place, so l remained still,
and said to myself, if this princess sees me,
she might take me for Duke or something,
| ,pl I in, he Of apn satI IN
ask her to sit for me or
POSE FOR HER EYEBROW.
As was thinking in this way, the song sud
denly changed into Down Upon the
Swannee River" and as 1 rubbed my eyes a
beautiful American passed with her father
who said, "Wed better hustle to catch the
through train, Sally" and i'll a moment [
could see nothing but spot made by the
red-headed guide book in the distance.
We walked for hours through
the endless gardens aud forest paths but
found no lost princess, nor saw the ghost of
| the old boy with his dogs and horses. He
had no doubt gone to where his attention
was more interested in birthstone and want
of ice. At Leipsic we saw the
opera, museum, ETC., and tried to hear the
MUSIC IN THE AIR,
Which is said to exist. Leipsic is the most
celebrated music center in the world, L be-
lieve. Besides the opera and several hand
organs, [ heard nothing extraordinary. The
wonder of Leirsic, the brag, boast and main
stay, is A1erbach's Cellar, where Goethe first
got his ideas on Faust from paintings on the
walls OF this place. Here he used to come
and smoke, swear and get drunk with the rest
of the boys, in this old, dingy, cracked-up,
underground cellar-a place of crooked alleys,
low doors and three-legged stools. The door
was the window, chimney and airhole.
| Three hundred years ago these smoky old
walls saw the wine flow from ginlet-holes,
| and the song
FLOW FROM WINE HOLES
Fire burned in the flowing goblet and the
devil was raised-on a wine butt-in this gay
and festive hole. We got into a little corner,
beside specter of picture representing
Mephisto boring holes in the table. All
poets and artists, when they 90 into such
places, generally fall asleep and dream all
about the thing. The place was dark and
dusky enough to fall asleep in, so l braced up
against the edge of the painting and started
to 90 to sleep, if possible, as was proper for
the occasion. | didn't feel like sleeping
much tried hard. Just as L got into
small kind of sleeper, and trying to imagine
Goethe at the other end OF the room, puz-
zling his brain how he could make the
pictures work in his composition -
a garcon yelled in my ear that he would sell
me photograph of the place for mark. l
swore internally and started new sleep.
This time L got off pretty good. However.
nv dreams had no connection with the sub
| ject at all.
I DREAMED
I was in the Bay of Naples and had dropped
my sketch-book overheard, and all the men
and women I had sketohed were crawling out
from between the leaves and getting on top
the book to save themselves from drowning.
The nearest got to dreaming about the Gel
lar was that l was in bed and l saw about
thousand gimlets era Wing all over the floor
and boring holes into the bed, chairs, foor
and my shoes and hat. They bored holes
into the floor and the wine would flow until
my hat was full, and then some gimlet would
come along and drink it up. The waiter
shook me up and asked me if 1 would not
put my name down in the book. l told him
/ was not celebrated, and declined I asked
him if he had the gimlet that the table was
bored with. he said no, he didn't have any
girnlets. He hadn't the slightest idea what
| was talking about he hadn't been waiter
there more than ten years. so didn't know
much about the place nor Faust.
WENT PROVING ROUND
The corners looking for curiosities, and in
one corner, by the cellar door, found an old
rusty gimlet. I nudged Harris and whis-
pered that we would carry that Off it
were not so big-(it was kind of anger. gimlet,
about four feet long and had great wooden
handle-a regular shipbuilder's machinel. We
looked high and low for relics, but nothing
was to be stolen except dilapidated history
of Leipsic, and a small placard that they
sold English ale. We took two corks as a
remembrancer of the place, after having re-
moved the wine from under them. Some OF
the streets are quite crazy and crooked
enough to suit us. They are calculated to
take you within six blocks of where you want
to go without difficulty. The courts are fine
ROTTEN OLD PLACES,
And have that delightful old-towerish smell
that reminds you of imburger cheese and
burned-out lanyard. Some of the interiors
are very picturesque, but it takes the deter
mination of an artist who will wade through
ten dozen fresh smells minute for four
hours at a time to find these places. When
we find them we also find the accompanying
picturesque cheese-smell, as it might be. We
generally stay long enough to get out and
take nothing but pound or two of smell with
US. The markets are the places-here the
smells are woven and run into one mighty
stink that seems to pour in through your
nose like mud, and clogs your head up.
THE PEOPLE HERE ARE SLOW.
If they are in hurry, they simply put their
hats a little further on the backs Of their.
heads, and keep the same gait as usual. Ii
| Il ra;ns thau mt their hands in their nnckets