But, altogether, everybody was extremely friendly in Nordheim and vicinity, Jew or Gentile, peasant, merchant or teacher, acquaintance or stranger, without exception. It was “_gruesse Gott_,” and “_guten Morgen_,” and “_guten Tag_,” and “_lebe wohl_,” and “_auf Wiedersehen_,” and “_schlafe wohl_,” and “_angenehme Ruhe_,” and any number of other kindly and sympathetic phrases, and all said with such evident sincerity and good intentions as went quite through one and left one feeling warm and charitable and kindly disposed toward humanity in general. And then the eating, so abundant in quantity, so excellent, and more than satisfying in quality. At first Aunt Caroline wanted to feed me all the time. Six or seven times a day she would spread the table and invite me to partake until I protested, and by dint of hard pleading induced her to reduce the number of meals to four, with an occasional extra bite in between. It makes my mouth water yet to think of the “_gefüllte Flanken_,” and the “_gruenkern Suppe_,” and the “_eingelegte Gänsebrüst_,” and the “_Zwiebeltätcher_,” and the “_gesetzte Bohnen_,” and the “_Shabboskugel_,” and the thousand and one other delicacies with which dear Aunt Caroline used to regale us, and to which healthy appetites and youth gave a zest compared with which ambrosia must have been poor. And, oh, the beer! Such magnificent stuff! So different from the wretched pretence which we call by that name in America. I quite lost all my temperance principles in Nordheim and have never recovered them since.