ion was chiefly in French.
We reached home about half past 4. The truth is, the Germans, and especially the Saxons, know nothing about giving dinners, and give them rarely.
Their amusements and intercourse all come in the evening.
Another day we dined with Mr. Forbes very pleasantly; the dinner between five and six o'clock, quite in French style, but nobody at table except his secretary, Mr. Barnard, and Lady Rancliffe.
Two evenings we went to the theatre; once to an opera, Bellini's Romeo and Juliet, which was very well performed, especially the part of Romeo, by Mad. Heinefetter;. . . . and once to see Schiller's William Tell, which I was very glad to find could be played so well here, as I feel sure now that I shall see what I did not see at all in Germany before,—the principal dramas of Schiller and Goethe properly represented.
The theatre in both its parts is certainly excellent, and the old King and the Court are almost always there.
We have, of course, made a good