ly they
have one recommendation, they are cheap.

Now, as there was little to see in Erfurt, and still less to do, I made
up my mind to start early the next day, and push forward to Weimar,
a good resolution as far as it went, but then, how was the day to be
passed? People dine at "one" in Germany, or, if they wish to push
matters to a fashionable extreme, they say "two." How is the interval,
till dark, to be filled up--taking it for granted you have provided some
occupation for that? Coffee, and smoking, will do something, but except
to a German, they can't fill up six mortal hours. Reading is out of the
question after such a dinner,--riding would give you apoplexy--sleep,
alone, is the resource. Sleep "that wraps a man, as in a blanket," as
honest Sancho says, and sooth to say, one is fit for little else, and
so, having ordered a pen and ink to my room, as if I were about to write
various letters, I closed the door, and my eyes, within five minutes
after, and never awoke till the bang of a "short eighteen" struck six.

CHAPTER XXXIV. THE HERR. DIRECTOR KLUG.

"Which is the way to the theatre?" said I to an urchin who stood at the
inn door, in that professional attitude of waiting, your street runners,
in all cities, can so well assume; for, holding a horse, and ringing a
bell, are accomplishments, however little some people may deem them.

"The theatre?" echoed he, measuring me leisurely from head to foot, and
not stirring from his place.

"Yes," said I, "they told me there was one here, and that they played to
night."

"Possibly," with a shrug of the shoulders, was the reply, and he smoked
his short pipe, as carelessly as before.

"Come then, show me the way," said I, pulling out some kreut-zers, "put
up that pipe for ten minutes, and lead on."

The jingle of the copper coin awakened his intelligence, and though he
could not fathom my antipathy to the fumes of bad tobacco, he deposited
the weapon in his capacious side pocket, and with a short nod, bade me
follow him.

No where does nationality exhibit itself so strikingly, as in the
conduct and bearing of the people who show you the way, in different
cities. Your German is sententious and solemn as an elephant, he
goes plodding along with his head down and his hands in his pockets,
answering your questions with a sulky monosyllable, and seeming annoyed
when not left to his own meditations. The Frenchman thinks, on the
contrary, that he is bound to be