revive, as I looked on the torn and mouldering banners which once waved on the hills of Judea, or perhaps followed the sword of the Lion Heart through the fight on the field of Ascalon!  What tales could they not tell, those old standards, cut and shivered by spear and lance!  What brave hands have carried them through the storm of battle, what dying eyes have looked upwards to the cross on their folds, as the last prayer was breathed for the rescue of the Holy Sepulchre!

I must now close the catalogue.  This morning we shall look upon Vienna for the last time.  Our knapsacks are repacked, and the passports (precious documents!) vised for Munich.  The getting of this vise, however, caused a comical scene at the Police Office, yesterday.  We entered the Inspector’s Hall and took our stand quietly among the crowd of persons who were gathered around a railing which separated them from the main office.  One of the clerks came up, scowling at us, and asked in a rough tone, “What do you want here?” We handed him our tickets of sojourn (for when a traveler spends more than twenty-four hours in a German city, he must take out a permission and pay for it) with the request that he would give us our passports.  He glanced over the tickets, came back and with constrained politeness asked us to step within the railing.  Here we were introduced to the Chief Inspector.  “Desire Herr——­ to come here,” said he to a servant; then turning to us, “I am happy to see the gentlemen in Vienna.”  An officer immediately came up, who addressed us in fluent English.  “You may speak in your native tongue,” said the Inspector:—­“excuse our neglect; from the facility with which you speak German, we supposed you were natives of Austria!” Our passports were signed at once and given us with a gracious bow, accompanied by the hope that we would visit Vienna again before long.  All this, of course, was perfectly unintelligible to the wondering crowd outside the railing.  Seeing however, the honors we were receiving, they crowded back and respectfully made room for us to pass out.  I kept a grave face till we reached the bottom of the stairs, when I gave way to restrained laughter in a manner that shocked the dignity of the guard, who looked savagely at me over his forest of moustache.  I would nevertheless have felt grateful for the attention we received as Americans, were it not for our uncourteous reception as suspected Austrians.

We have just been exercising the risible muscles again, though from a very different cause, and one which, according to common custom, ought to draw forth symptoms of a lachrymose nature.  This morning B——­ suggested an examination of our funds, for we had neglected keeping a strict account, and what with being cheated in Bohemia and tempted by the amusements of Vienna, there was an apparent dwindling away.  So we emptied our pockets and purses, counted up the contents, and found we had just ten florins, or four dollars apiece.  The thought of our situation, away in the heart of Austria, five hundred miles from our Frankfort home, seems irresistibly laughable.  By allowing twenty days for the journey, we shall have half a florin a day, to travel on.  This is a homoeopathic allowance, indeed, but we have concluded to try it.  So now adieu, Vienna!  In two hours we shall be among the hills again.