r could speak no German.
Tattered primers in German.
Visited the Jew, who keeps the only shop in Lesnian.
Found a regular country assortment.
He very civil.
Gasthaus opposite, a shanty, with a beer-glass, coffee-cup and saucer rudely painted on its whitewashed boards.
Shoemaker in a damp hovel, with mahogany furniture, quite handsome.
He made me a salaam with both hands raised to his head.
We went to call upon Herr von Rohr, at Schenskowkhan — an extensive estate.
I had put on my Cheney silk and my bonnet as a great parade.
Our host showed us his house, his books and engravingshe has several etchings by Rembrandt.
Herr von Mechlenberg, public librarian of Konigsberg, a learned little old man, trotted round with us. We had coffee and waffles.
Mechlenberg considers the German tongue a very ancient one, an original language, not patched up like French and English, of native dialects mingled with Latin.
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