he sung here his comical Doctor's song. Now that we are reading
this he is dead; that characteristic countenance is dust, those
speaking eyes are closed, his song forgotten tones. Oehlenschlager,
in his "St. John's Eve," has preserved his portrait for us, and it
will continue to live, as Master Jakel (Punch), our Danish Thespis,
will continue to live. The play and the puppets were transferred from
father to son, and every quarter of an hour in the day the piece is
repeated. Free nature is the place for the spectators, and after every
representation the director himself goes round with the plate.

This was the first spectacle which exhibited itself to the friends.
Not far off stood a juggler in peasant's clothes, somewhat advanced
in years, with a common ugly countenance. His short sleeves were
rolled up, and exhibited a pair of hairy, muscular arms. The crowd,
withdrawing from Master Jakel when the plate commenced its
wanderings, pushed Otto and Wilhelm forward toward the low fence
before the juggler's table.

"Step nearer, my gracious gentlemen, my noble masters!" said the
juggler, with an accentuation which betrayed his German birth. He
opened the fence; both friends were fairly pushed in and took their
places upon the bench, where they, at all events, found themselves
out of the crowd.

"Will the noble gentleman hold this goblet?" said the juggler, and
handed Otto one from his apparatus. Otto glanced at the man: he was
occupied with his art; but Otto's cheek and forehead were colored
with a sudden crimson, which was immediately afterward supplanted
by a deathly paleness: his hand trembled, but this lasted only a
moment; he gathered all his strength of mind together and appeared