as they could only, he affirmed, be interesting to themselves,
and perhaps would, after all their pains, be disbelieved by their
auditors. Nevertheless, it would be well for all persons to study,
whether waking or dreaming, the phenomena of their own minds. The
ingenious naturalist, Doctor Fleming, suggests that persons should, in
contra-distinction to a "Diary," keep a "Nocturnal," in which they
should register their dreams. Doubtless such a journal might turn out to
be a very amusing psychological record.

A FAIR IN MUNICH.

I wonder when there is not a fair in Munich. This, however, was _Die
Drei Koenige Dult_, or the Fair of the Three Kings. By way of amusement,
I thought I would go to it; but as I could not very well go alone, I
invited Madame Thekla to accompany me, with which she was very well
pleased, as I promised to treat her to the shows. As far as buying and
selling, and the crowds of peasants, and townspeople, and students, and
soldiers, go, it was like any other fair. At a little distance from the
long array of booths, stood the shows--and thither we bent our steps.

The first thing we came upon was a small ladder-wagon, covered with an
arched awning; and, bound to one side of the wagon, were tall poles,
from which floated a series of ghastly pictures--hideous
raw-head-and-bloody-bone pictures! There were murders, executions,
be-headings in German fashion; the criminal extended on a horrid sort of
rack, and his head being chopped off by a grim executioner, with a
sword, while a priest stood by in his long robes; there were houses on
fire; drownings, miraculous escapes; there were tall, smirking hussars,
and weeping ladies in white--heroes and heroines in these bloody
histories!

The subjects, the hideous drawing, the hard outlines, the goggle-eyes,
the blood, the knives, the very fire, made you feel sick. A considerable
crowd was collected, and listened breathlessly to the sounds of an
organ, to which two Tyrolians sang their appalling tragedies. They sang
in such clear, sweet, mountain tones, that you were strangely
fascinated. Mournfully sang they, in a monotonous chaunt, of blood, and
crime, and terror, till you felt your blood creep; and, by a frightful
fascination, your eyes gloated on the disgusting pictures.

What a terribly immoral influence must such exhibitions have upon such
an uneducated crowd as surrounded these sirens! Why should not a
_paternal_ government, which guards its peo