and King of Bohemia, one day, thinks Karl;--which actually came to
pass, and little to Wenzel's profit, by and by. In the mean while
Karl accompanied him to Brandenburg; which country Karl liked much
at the money, and indeed ever after, in his old days, he seemed
rather to busy himself with it. He assembled some kind of STANDE
(States) twice over; got the Country "incorporated with Bohemia"
by them, and made tight and handy so far. Brandenburg shall rest
from its woes, and be a silent portion of Bohemia henceforth,
thinks Karl,--if the Heavens so please. Karl, a futile Kaiser,
would fain have done something to "encourage trade" in
Brandenburg; though one sees not what it was he did, if anything.
He built the Schloss of Tangermunde, and oftenest lived there in
time coming; a quieter place than even Prag for him. In short, he
appears to have fancied his cheap Purchase, and to have cheered
his poor old futile life with it, as with one thing that had been
successful. Poor old creature: he had been a Kaiser on false
terms, "Ho every one that dare bully me, or that has money in his
pocket;"--a Kaiser that could not but be futile! In five years'
time he died; [King of Bohemia, 1346, on his Father's death;
Kaiser (acknowledged on Ludwig the BAIER'S death), 1347; died,
1378, age 62.] and doubtless was regretted in Brandenburg and
even in the Reich, in comparison with what came next.

In Brandenburg he left, instead of one indifferent or even bad
governor steadily tied to the place and in earnest to make the
best of it, a fluctuating series of governors holding loose, and
not in earnest; which was infinitely worse. These did not try to
govern it; sent it to the Pawnbroker, to a fluctuating series of
Pawnbrokers; under whom, for the next five-and-thirty years,
Brandenburg tasted all the fruits of Non-government, that is to