de to side, holding back his
head in grenadier fashion, and knocking his long silver-headed baton to
the earth, as he walked with all the formal precision of a drum-major.

Now be it known that it is binding on every student who attends the
University of Gottingen, to doff his cap on meeting this illustrious
personage. This is not an optional ceremony; it is a compulsory one; and
never on any occasion has it been known to be neglected, except once by
a Dutchman, who, in consequence thereof, was expelled the College. It
may be guessed, then, what was my degree of stupefaction when I saw
Doctor Dunderhead approach--when I heard his baton striking upon the
ground, responsive to his steps--when I saw his large eyes, reflected
through the spectacles, looking intently upon me--I say my stupefaction
may be guessed, when, even on this occasion, my hand did not make one
single motion upward towards my cap. The latter still stuck to my head,
and I stood folded in my college gown, my mouth half open, and my eyes
fixed upon the Doctor in empty abstraction. I could see that he was
angry at my tardy recognition of his presence; and as he came nearer me,
he slackened his pace a little, as if to give me an opportunity of
amending my neglect. However, I was so drowned in reflection that I did
not take the hint. At last he made a sudden stop directly in front of
me, folded his arms in the same manner as mine, and looked upwards in my
face with a fixed glance, as much as to say, "Well, master, what now?" I
never thought the Doctor so little, or myself so tall, as at this
moment.

Having continued some time in the above attitude, he took off his hat,
and made me a profound bow. "Mr Wolstang, I am your most humble
servant." Then rising up, he lifted his baton towards my cap, and
knocked it off. "Your cap is awry," continued he. "Excuse me, Mr
Wolstang, it is really awry upon your head." Another bow of mockery, as
profound as the first, followed this action; and he marched away,
striking his baton on the ground, holding back his head, and walking
with slow pompous step down the College court.

"What the devil is the meaning of this?" said I. "Wolstang again!
Confusion, this is no trick! The Provost of the College engage in a
deception upon me--impossible! They are all mad, or I am mad! Wolstang
from one--Wolstang from another--Wolstang from Doctor Dedimus
Dunderhead! I will see to the bottom of this--I will go to Wolstang's
house immediat