HAECKEL AND THE NEW ZOOLOGY 



and so at last we have time to look about us, and to 

 awaken to a realizing sense that we have reached the 

 land of traditions ; that we have come to Mecca ; that 

 we are in the quondam home of Guericke, Fichte, 

 Goethe, Schiller, Oken, and Gagenbaur ; in the present 

 home of Haeckel. 



The first glimpse of a mountain beaming down at us 

 from across the way was in admirable conformity with 

 our expectations, but for the rest, the vicinage of the 

 depot presented a most distressing air of modernity. 

 A cluster of new buildings some of them yet unfin- 

 ished stared back at us and the mountain with the 

 most barefaced aspect of cosmopolitanism. Was this, 

 then, Jena, the home of traditions ? Or were we enter- 

 ing some Iowa village, where the first settlers still live 

 who but yesterday banished the prairie-dog and the 

 buffalo? 



But this disappointment and its ironical prompt- 

 ings were but fleeting. Five minutes' drive and we 

 were in the true Jena with the real flavor of medieval- 

 ism about us. Here is the hostelry where Luther met 

 the Swiss students in 1522. There is nothing in that 

 date to suggest our Iowa village, nor in the aspect of the 

 hostelry itself, thank fortune. And there rises the 

 spire of the city church, up the hill yonder, which was 

 aging, as were most of the buildings that still flank it, 

 when Luther made that memorable visit. America 

 was not discovered, let alone Iowa, when these struct- 

 ures were erected. Now, sure enough, we are in the 

 dream city. 



A dream city it truly seems, when one comes to 

 wander through its narrow, tortuous streets, between 



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