Nor was there any lack of antiquarian amateurs.  There were cabinets of pictures, collections of engravings; while the curiosities of our own country especially were zealously sought and hoarded.  The older decrees and mandates of the imperial city, of which no collection had been prepared, were carefully searched for in print and manuscript, arranged in the order of time, and preserved with reverence, as a treasure of native laws and customs.  The portraits of Frankforters, which existed in great number, were also brought together, and formed a special department of the cabinets.

Such men my father appears generally to have taken as his models.  He was wanting in none of the qualities that pertain to an upright and respectable citizen.  Thus, after he had built his house, he put his property of every sort into order.  An excellent collection of maps by Schenck and other geographers at that time eminent, the aforesaid decrees and mandates, the portraits, a chest of ancient weapons, a case of remarkable Venetian glasses, cups and goblets, natural curiosities, works in ivory, bronzes, and a hundred other things, were separated and displayed; and I did not fail, whenever an auction occurred, to get some commission for the increase of his possessions.

I must still speak of one important family, of which I had heard strange things since my earliest years, and of some of whose members I myself lived to see a great deal that was wonderful,—­I mean the Senkenbergs.  The father, of whom I have little to say, was an opulent man.  He had three sons, who, even in their youth, uniformly distinguished themselves as oddities.  Such things are not well received in a limited city, where no one is suffered to render himself conspicuous, either for good or evil.  Nicknames and odd stories, long kept in memory, are generally the fruit of such singularity.  The father lived at the corner of Hare Street (Hasengasse), which took its name from a sign on the house, that represented one hare at least, if not three hares.  They consequently called these three brothers only the three Hares, which nickname they could not shake off for a long while.  But as great endowments often announce themselves in youth in the form of singularity and awkwardness, so was it also in this case.  The eldest of the brothers was the Reichshofrath (Imperial Councillor) von Senkenberg, afterwards so celebrated.  The second was admitted into the magistracy, and displayed eminent abilities, which, however, he subsequently abused in a pettifogging and even infamous way, if not to the injury of his native city, certainty to that of his colleagues.  The third brother, a physician and man of great integrity, but who practised little, and that only in high families, preserved even in his old age a somewhat whimsical exterior.  He was always very neatly dressed, and was never seen in the street otherwise than in shoes and stockings, with a well-powdered, curled wig, and his hat under