diligent line of Markgraves; who had much fighting and other
struggle in the world,--steadily enlarging their border upon the
Wends to the north; and adjusting it, with mixed success, against
the WETTIN gentlemen, who are Markgraves farther east (in the
LAUSITZ now), who bound us to the south too (MEISSEN, Misnia),
and who in fact came in for the whole of modern Saxony in the end.
Much fighting, too, there was with the Archbishops of Magdeburg,
now that the Wends are down: standing quarrel there, on the small
scale, like that of Kaiser and Pope on the great; such quarrel as
is to be seen in all places, and on all manner of scales, in that
era of the Christian World.

None of our Markgraves rose to the height of their Progenitor,
Albert the Bear; nor indeed, except massed up, as "Albert's Line,"
and with a History ever more condensing itself almost to the form
of LABEL, can they pretend to memorability with us. What can
Dryasdust himself do with them? That wholesome Dutch cabbages
continued to be more and more planted, and peat-mire, blending
itself with waste sand, became available for Christian mankind,--
intrusive Chaos, and especially Divine TRIGLAPH and his ferocities
being well held aloof:--this, after all, is the real History of
our Markgraves; and of this, by the nature of the case, Dryasdust
can say nothing. "New Mark," which once meant Brandenburg at
large, is getting subdivided into Mid-Mark, into UCKERmark
(closest to the Wends); and in Old Mark and New much is spreading,
much getting planted and founded. In the course of centuries there
will grow gradually to be "seven cities; and as many towns," says
one old jubilant Topographer, "as there are days in the year,"--
struggling to count up 365 of them.