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"Ich gab gold am eisen," "I give gold for iron;" and these Spartan jewels are to this day much treasured by the possessors and their families.

Having said so much of Berlin, I must say a few words concerning Potsdam, the Prussian Versailles, which is, in distance, 40 miles by the rail from Berlin. It lies on the right bank of the river Harel, which here expands into a lake, with fine wooded, sloping banks. It is a town of palaces, for many of the private houses resemble public edifices. The principal building is the "Church of the Garrison," where Frederick the Great is buried beneath the pulpit, in a plain metal sarcophagus above ground. It originally bore upon it his sword, but this was stolen by Napolean. Over the tomb, on each side of the pulpit, now hang the eagles and standards taken from the thief.

In the royal palace, within the town, is shown the apartments of the great Frederick, which remain nearly as they were when he was alive. Here are shown his writing-table, blotted all over with ink; his ink-stand, music-stand, bookcase filled with French works, and the chairs and sofa which he used, their silken covers torn off, probably, by the claws of his dogs. Adjoining the bedroom is a small chamber with double doors, provided with a table which ascends and descends through a trap-door in the floor, while plates and dishes are removed by another trap-door. Here the monarch used to dine tete-a-tete with a friend, without being overheard or overlooked.

Near to Potsdam is the palace of Sans Souci, on the top of a flight of steps, like terraces. Here it was Frederick delighted to live. At the extremity of the terrace are the

graves of his favourite dogs and of his horse, among whom he desired in his will that himself should be buried. This

spot was the favorite resort of the old warrior. Here he was brought out in his arm-chair, surrounded by his dogs, a short while before his decease, to bask in the sun. Within the building may be seen his bed, where he breathed his last, and a clock, which seemed to have stopped at 20 minutes past 2, the hour of his decease.

To the North of Potsdam lies another palace, called the Marble Palace; but more deserving of notice is the Russian colony or Sellare, consisting of about a dozen houses, built entirely in the Russian fashion, and given by the King to a party of Russians sent by the Czar. The little Greek church attached to this colony is very beautiful, and well worth seeing. There are many other matters worth seeing at Potsdam; but here I must conclude.

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HE American personal histories are full of exploits of young men enamoured of forest life. Some twenty years ago, one of these, named Charles Cheney, left the village at which he was brought up, and plunged into the untrodden wilderness. There he lived for years on what his gun brought him, and many were the exploits and adventures that befel him in this savage way of living.

On one occasion, he had a most serious affray with a wolf. As he came upon the animal, ravenous with hunger, and floundering through the snow, he raised his rifle and fired; but the wolf making a spring, just as he pulled the trigger, the ball did not hit the vital part; this enraged her still more, and she made at him furiously.

Cheney had now nothing but an empty rifle, with which to defend himself, and instantly clubbing it, he laid the stock over the wolf's head; so desperately did the creature now fight, that he broke the stock into fragments without disabling her. He then seized the barrel, which making a better bludgeon, told with more effect.

The bleeding and enraged animal seized the hard iron

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