ing down her hordes from
the Don and Dnieper--little chance had they of knowing aught of these
things! The orchards that surrounded the ramparts shut out the rest of
Europe, and they lived as remote from all the collisions of politics
and the strife of nations as though the University had been in another
planet.

I must not forget the old Hofrath Froriep, Ordentliche-Professor
von--Heaven knows what! No one ever saw his collegium (lecture-room);
no one ever heard him lecture. He had been a special tutor to
the Princes--as the Dukes of Cumberland and Cambridge were then
called--about forty years ago, and he seemed to live upon the memory of
those great days when a Royal Highness took notes beside his chair, and
when he addressed his class as 'Princes and Gentlemen!' What pride he
felt in his clasp of the Guelph, and an autograph letter of the Herzog
von Clarence, who once paid him a visit at his house in Gottingen! It
was a strange thing to hear the royal family of England spoken thus of
among foreigners, who neither knew our land nor its language. One was
suddenly recalled to the recollection of that Saxon stock from which our
common ancestry proceeded--the bond of union between us, and the source
from which so many of the best traits of English character take their
origin. The love of truth, the manly independence, the habits of patient
industry which we derived from our German blood are not inferior to the
enterprising spirit and the chivalrous daring of Norman origin.

But to return to the Hofrath, or Privy Councillor Froriep, for so was
he most rigidly styled. I remember him so well as he used to come slowly
down the garden-walk, leaning on his sister's arm. He was the junior
by some years, but no one could have made the discovery now; the thing
rested on tradition, however, and was not disputed. The Fraeulein Martha
von Froriep was the daguerreotype of her brother. To see them sitting
opposite each other was actually ludicrous; not only were the features
alike, but the expressions tallied so completely that it was as if one
face reflected the other. Did the professor look grave, the Fraeulein
Martha's face was serious; did he laugh, straightway her features took
a merry cast; if his coffee was too hot, or did he burn his fingers with
his pipe, the old lady's sympathies were with him still. The Siamese
twins were on terms of distant acquaintanceship, compared with the
instinctive relation these two bore each other.