St. Paul's for a direction to the German church, where I was to
preach. He did not know it. I then asked at another church, not
far from thence. Here I was directed right, and after I had passed
through an iron gate to the end of a long passage, I arrived just in
time at the church, where, after the sermon, I was obliged to read a
public thanksgiving for the safe arrival of our ship. The German
clergy here dress exactly the same as the English clergy--i.e., in
long robes with wide sleeves--in which I likewise was obliged to
wrap myself. Mr. Wendeborn wears his own hair, which curls
naturally, and the toupee is combed up.

The other German clergymen whom I have seen wear wigs, as well as
many of the English.

I yesterday waited on our ambassador, Count Lucy, and was agreeably
surprised at the simplicity of his manner of living. He lives in a
small private house. His secretary lives upstairs, where also I met
with the Prussian consul, who happened just then to be paying him a
visit. Below, on the right hand, I was immediately shown into his
Excellency's room, without being obliged to pass through an
antechamber. He wore a blue coat, with a red collar and red
facings. He conversed with me, as we drank a dish of coffee, on
various learned topics; and when I told him of the great dispute now
going on about the tacismus or stacismus, he declared himself, as a
born Greek, for the stacismus.

When I came to take my leave, he desired me to come and see him
without ceremony whenever it suited me, as he should be always happy
to see me.