And, when I pressed him, he replied in his intelligent, cheerful manner, “If you will allow me, while commenting on and completing your friend’s observations, to go on after his fashion, I think he meant to say, that experience is nothing else than that one experiences what one does not wish to experience; which is what it amounts to for the most part, at least in this world.”

EIGHTH BOOK.

Another man, although infinitely different from Behrisch in every respect, might yet be compared with him in a certain sense:  I mean Oeser, who was also one of those men who dream away their lives in a comfortable state of being busy.  His friends themselves secretly acknowledged, that, with very fine natural powers, he had not spent his younger years in sufficient activity; for which reason he never went so far as to practise his art with perfect technicality.  Yet a certain diligence appeared to be reserved for his old age; and, during the many years which I knew him, he never lacked invention or laboriousness.  From the very first moment he had attracted me very much:  even his residence, strange and portentous, was highly charming to me.  In the old castle Pleissenburg, at the right-hand corner, one ascended a repaired, cheerful, winding staircase.  The saloons of the Academy of Design, of which he was director, were found to the left, and were light and roomy; but he himself could only be reached through a narrow, dark passage, at the end of which one first sought the entrance into his apartments, having just passed between the whole suite of them and an extensive granary.  The first apartment was adorned with pictures from the later Italian school, by masters whose grace he used highly to commend.  As I, with some noblemen, had taken private lessons of him, we were permitted to draw here; and we often penetrated into his adjoining private cabinet, which contained at the same time his few books, collections of art and natural curiosities, and whatever else might have most interested him.  Every thing was arranged with taste, simply, and in such a manner that the little space held a great deal.  The furniture, presses, and portfolios were elegant, without affection or superfluity.  Thus also the first thing which he recommended to us, and to which he always recurred, was simplicity in every thing that art and manual labor united are called upon to produce.  Being a sworn foe to the scroll-and-shell style, and of the whole taste for quaintness, he showed us in copper-plates and drawings old patterns of the sort contrasted with better decorations and simpler forms of furniture, as well as with other appurtenances of a room; and, because every thing about him corresponded with these maxims, his words and instructions made a good and lasting impression on us.  Besides this, he had an opportunity to let us see his opinions in practice; since he stood in good consideration, both with private and with official persons, and was