soldier in his heartfelt aspirations for the peaceful alliance of both countries.  But while he fully reciprocated all his host’s broader and higher sentiments, he must point out to this gallant assembly, this glorious brotherhood, that even a greater tie of sympathy knitted him to the general,—­the tie of kinship!  For while it was well known to the present company that their gallant commander had married an Englishwoman, he, the consul, although always an American, would now for the first time confess to them that he himself was of Dutch descent on his mother’s side!  He would say no more, but confidently leave them in possession of the tremendous significance of this until-then-unknown fact!  He sat down, with the forgotten verb still in his pocket, but the applause that followed this perfectly conclusive, satisfying, and logical climax convinced him of his success.  His hand was grasped eagerly by successive warriors; the general turned and embraced him before the breathless assembly; there were tears in the consul’s eyes.

As the festivities progressed, however, he found to his surprise that Karl had not only become the fashion as a military page, but that his naive stupidity and sublime simplicity was the wondering theme and inexhaustible delight of the whole barracks.  Stories were told of his genius for blundering which rivaled Handy Andy’s; old stories of fatuous ignorance were rearranged and fitted to “our Karl.”  It was “our Karl” who, on receiving a tip of two marks from the hands of a young lady to whom he had brought the bouquet of a gallant lieutenant, exhibited some hesitation, and finally said, “Yes, but, gnadiges Fraulein, that cost us nine marks!” It was “our Karl” who, interrupting the regrets of another lady that she was unable to accept his master’s invitation, said politely, “Ah! what matter, Gnadigste?  I have still a letter for Fraulein Kopp [her rival], and I was told that I must not invite you both.”  It was “our Karl” who astonished the hostess to whom he was sent at the last moment with apologies from an officer, unexpectedly detained at barrack duty, by suggesting that he should bring that unfortunate officer his dinner from the just served table.  Nor were these charming infelicities confined to his social and domestic service.  Although ready, mechanical, and invariably docile in the manual and physical duties of a soldier,—­which endeared him to the German drill-master,—­he was still invincibly ignorant as to its purport, or even the meaning and structure of the military instruments he handled or vacantly looked upon.  It was “our Karl” who suggested to his instructors that in field-firing it was quicker and easier to load his musket to the muzzle at once, and get rid of its death-dealing contents at a single discharge, than to load and fire consecutively.  It was “our Karl” who nearly killed the instructor at sentry drill by adhering to the letter of his instructions when that instructor had forgotten the password.  It was the same Karl