A very interesting and novel experience was the farewell beer- 

 drinking (Abschieds-Kneipe) which DavidofI gave on leaving Heidel- 

 berg. I have already told of the unusual style of invitation in which 

 he asked me to come "ohne den verdammten Osborn." Some twenty 

 men, professors and students, were assembled around the long tables 

 of a beer hall and one feudal feature interested and pleased me; the 

 servants of the zoological and anatomical institutes were also present 

 "below the salt." As I detest beer, I was permitted to drink wine instead. 

 Of course a great many songs were sung, toasts proposed and speeches 

 made, some of them felicitous and witty, others not at all so. We sat 

 down about eight in the evening and at one a. m. I left, together with 

 several others; the frfth keg of beer was tapped as we left. To all ap- 

 pearances, nobody was under the influence of alcohol, yet they all 

 calmly discussed the Katzenjammer that would inevitably afflict them 

 the morning after. 



I never attended a Kneipe of the corps students, but I have reason 

 to believe that such occasions were much less decorous than Davidoff's. 

 I once saw a corps celebration in the streets, when all the participants 

 were exceedingly drunk. Ludwig Fulda, the well known German 

 writer, who visited America some years before the War and came to 

 Princeton on his travels, was very favourably impressed by the physical 

 development of the American students and noted the complete absence 

 of "beer faces" among them. As they expressed it themselves, the stu- 

 dents all had glasses which they could not endure to see either full 

 or empty and so they kept alternating between the two conditions. 



Once more I left Heidelberg with great reluctance because of un- 

 finished work and it was to be seven years before I saw it again. Three 

 busy days I spent in London as the guest of Dr. and Mrs. Glover, but 

 seeing none of my other friends; at South Kensington I found not a 

 soul and this I should have regretted even more, had I known that I 

 was not to see Huxley again. One evening. Dr. Glover had a number 

 of his professional friends come to a very pleasant informal dinner. 

 They told me that, in spite of encouraging reports, they did not think 

 that President Garfield could recover, a judgement which was con- 

 firmed very soon afterward. I spent one night in Nottingham, visiting 

 the family of a friend and going on to York the next morning; at some 

 junction, I changed trains and made the mistake of relying on the label 

 that had been pasted on my trunk, instead of attending myself to hav- 

 ing it transferred to the Great Northern train. 



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