(TRANSLATED BY OUR FIRST STANDARD BOARD SCHOLAR.)
["It is stated that the soldier who, on Friday last, fired
at and killed a man who threatened him while on sentry duty
before the barracks in the Wrangel-strasse, Berlin, has been
promoted to the rank of corporal, for what is described as his
correct conduct on the occasion. The passerby, who was wounded
at the same time, still lies in a precarious condition."--_St.
James's Gazette_, April 6.]
_April 1._--I go walking near barracks; see man looking quietly at
building. Suddenly fires the sentry with his long distance rifle, so
that the straight onward through the harmless onlooker's heart and
through my never sufficiently to be regretted right arm passing bullet
in the remote distance a child kills. Long live our good Emperor and
his glorious army! Carried home insensible.
_June 1._--At last am I from arm-amputation recovered and walk again
out. The sentry was for his on the first April quite courageous act to
be Sergeant promoted. Here comes a Sergeant! He is it! Look curiously
at him whereupon he me in the leg shoots. Long live our Emperor! Again
carried home.
_Sept. 1._--Again out, in invalid chair, meet same man, now
Lieutenant. I murmur sadly, "Ah, my friend, I gave you a leg-up
indeed!" Then he, saying that I him insulted have, my remaining arm
with his sword off cuts. I respect our Emperor, but I love not his
soldiers now. Must hire an amanuensis.
_January 1._--After my long illness go I once again, Unter den Linden,
in my invalid chair--that is to say, what is left of me. My enemy is
now a Colonel. Shall I him again see? Heaven forbid! Alas, he comes
even now, with those weapons which so rapidly him increase, and me
diminish! I say nothing, but he, seeing me, with his sword my last
limb off cuts. I love not even our Emperor now.
_May 1._--To-day is the Socialists' Day, and I can once more
out-dragged be. I am now a without legs or arms Socialist. My enemy
can be promoted now only by my body. He has become a General and
Count--(_Here the Diary ends abruptly._)
"_Berlin, May 2._--Yesterday an unfortunate Gentleman, without arms or
legs, when passing the Royal Palace in his invalid chair, was attacked
by a distinguished officer, who ran his sword through the heart of
the unoffending civilian. The assassin was immediately promoted, as is
usual in such cases, and is now Field Marshal Prince BLUTUNDRUHM VON
SCHLACHTHAUSEN."--_London Daily Papers._
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[Illustration: CULTURE.
SCENE--A Private Picture Gallery.
Noble Sportsman (opposite choice example of Canaletto). "I SAY, BY
JOVE, I SEE YOU'VE GOT A PICTURE OF OLYMPIA HERE!"]
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