enthusiasm and understanding. He was
a good German, in the largest sense of the word, and this trait, too,
is brought forward in his reminiscences of the turbulent days of 1848 in
Berlin.

The story of Dr. Ebers's early life was worth the telling, and he has
told it himself, as no one else could tell it, with all the consummate
skill of his perfected craftsmanship, with all the reverent love of
an admiring son, and with all the happy exuberance of a careless youth
remembered in all its brightness in the years of his maturity. Finally,
the book teaches a beautiful lesson of fortitude in adversity, of
suffering patiently borne and valiantly overcome by a spirit that,
greatly gifted by Nature, exercised its strength until the thin silver
lining illuminated the apparently impenetrable blackness of the cloud
that overhung Georg Moritz Ebers's useful and successful life.

THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

CONTENTS.

BOOK 1.
I. -GLANCING BACKWARD.
II. -MY EARLIEST CHILDHOOD
III. -ON FESTAL DAYS
IV. -THE JOURNEY TO HOLLAND TO ATTEND THE GOLDEN WEDDING
V. -LENNESTRASSE.--LENNE--EARLY IMPRESSIONS

BOOK 2.
VI. -MY INTRODUCTION TO ART, AND ACQUAINTANCES
VII. -WHAT A BERLIN CHILD ENJOYED ON THE SPREE AND GRANDMOTHER'S
VIII. -THE REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD
IX. -THE EIGHTEENTH OF MARCH

BOOK3.
X. -AFTER THE NIGHT OF REVOLUTION
XI. -IN KEILHAU
XII -FRIEDRICH FROEBEL'S IDEAL OF EDUCATION

BOOK 4.
XIII. -THE FOUNDERS OF THE KEILHAU INSTITUTE
XIV. -IN THE FOREST AND ON THE MOOR.
XV. -SUMMER PLEASURES AND RAMBLES
XVI. -AUTUMN, WINTER, EASTER, AND DEPARTURE

BOOK 5.
XVII. -THE GYMNASIUM AND THE FIRST PERIOD OF UNIVERSITY LIFE
XVIII. -THE TIME OF EFFERVESCENCE AND MY SCHOOLMATES
XIX. -A ROMANCE WHICH REALLY HAPPENED
XX. -AT THE QUEDLINBURG GYMNASIUM

BOOK 6.
XXI. -AT THE UNIVERSITY
XXII. -THE SHIPWRECK
XXIII. -THE HARDEST TIME IN THE SCHOOL OF LIFE
XXIV. -THE APPRENTICESHIP
XXV. -THE SUMMERS OF MY CONVALESCENCE
XXVI. -CONTINUANCE OF CONVALESCENCE AND THE FIRST NOVEL

THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

CHAPTER I. GLANCING BACKWARD.

Though I was born in Berlin, it was also in the country. True, it was
fifty-five years ago; for my birthday was March 1, 1837, and at that
time the house--[No. 4 Thiergartenstrasse]--where I sle