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DOMESTIC SIANjNEKS Ol' THE MUSSIAN.

perhaps, be induced to do the same thing were there anypretty "dames du CQmptoir" lively cigar-girls, or, indeed, anyomnibuses to carry you anywhere—if we except the prison-van-like conveyance to Ems, in which it is impossible to seeyour fellow-travellers for tobacco smoke.

In the Rhenish capital, everybody bares his head to every-body. Little boys drag their caps off to their teachers—lodgers uncover themselves to their fellow-lodgers as they passthem on the joint-stock stairs. In the street, too, you haveeither to take off your hat to the procession of pilgrim-farmersand market-women with a " geistlich," old gentlemen in lacepetticoats and für tippets squalling hymns at their head; oryou are expected to give a jerk down, as if you were goingupon your bended knees, while you snatch your profane beaverfrom your caput in reverence for some small boy in a scarletserge gown, who is carrying a silver crucifix on a pole beforea masculine old woman of a priest.

Or eise you have to uncover yourself to some passinghearse, for the beavered head is considered disrespectful, notonly to the living, but to the dead.

So that, what with bowing to priests, and pilgrim pro-cessions, and fellow-lodgers, and tradesmen, and friends, andacquaintances, and—Heaven save the mark !—to corpses, thearm fairly aches before you get home, whilst the limp Stateof your hat-brim soon makes you disgusted with the inanityof the ceremony.

The Prussians, however, delight in such tomfoolery, and wehave seen an antiquated "blood"—akind of dandy Methuselah—at the public gardens at Moselweis, stand bare-headed forabout a quarter of an hour, in the attitude in which our ownobsequious Simpson loved to welcome visitors to the " RoyalTRorEKTY," and with his poor bald old noddle baking like adumpling in the sun, while he mumblcd small nothings to a