" said
he;--"Wunderschon!" would he remark at the conclusion of some eloquent
passage; in a word, he exhausted the complimentary interjections of our
language: and to compliments what man is averse? I think we must have
walked two miles when I got to my third head and my companion begged I
would enter his house, which we now neared, and partake of a glass of
beer; to which I was never averse.

'That house, sir, was the inn at which you, too, if I judge aright, were
taken. No sooner was I in the place, than three crimps rushed upon me,
told me I was a deserter, and their prisoner, and called upon me to
deliver up my money and papers; which I did with a solemn protest as
to my sacred character. They consisted of my sermon in MS., Prorector
Nasenbrumm's recommendatory letter, proving my identity, and three
groschen four pfennigs in bullion. I had already been in the cart twenty
hours when you reached the house. The French officer, who lay opposite
you (he who screamed when you trod on his foot, for he was wounded),
was brought in shortly before your arrival. He had been taken with his
epaulets and regimentals, and declared his quality and rank; but he was
alone (I believe it was some affair of love with a Hessian lady which
caused him to be unattended); and as the persons into whose hands he
fell will make more profit of him as a recruit than as a prisoner, he is
made to share our fate. He is not the first by many scores so captured.
One of M. de Soubise's cooks, and three actors out of a troop in the
French camp, several deserters from your English troops (the men are led
away by being told that there is no flogging in the Prussian service),
and three Dutchmen were taken besides.'

'And you,' said I--'you who were just on the point of getting a valuable
living,--you who have so much learning, are you not indignant at the
outrage?'

'I am a Saxon,' said the candidate, 'and there is no use in indignation.
Our government is crushed under Frederick's heel these five years, and
I might as well hope for mercy from the Grand Mogul. Nor am I, in truth,
discontented with my lot; I have lived on a penny bread for so many
years, that a soldier's rations will be a luxury to me. I do not care
about more or less blows of a cane; all such evils are passing, and
therefore endurable. I will never, God willing, slay a man in combat;
but I am not unanxious to experience on myself the effect of the
war-passion, which has had so great an i