... of Italy as I looked upon the beautiful paintings; then to Leipsic, on a railway where one of the cars was called Washington. At Leipsic, examined that great battlefield, and drank the red wine in Auerbach 's cellar, where Mephistopheles once was; then another night and day to Berlin. But this must soon end. This bright charm of travel will be soon broken,—my book and staff sunk in the deepest w...