He took me down into a cellar capitally stocked, and there we tasted a good many wines. My landlord seemed to be in the best temper. “And what,” I asked, “is the price of that white wine in the thin long-necked bottles?” I despair of getting its colossal name down upon paper, or I would try it; he gave it a great many syllables, and said it was the choicest and most expensive wine he had. “Then,” said I, “that is what we will drink to-day. I will take a bottle to myself, and you another; you shall drink it with me.” “You are very kind,” he said; “but let me recommend some other bin; this wine you will find is—is very heady.” I thought that, like a thrifty host, he had some qualm about my means of paying for it; so I seized, manfully, a bottle in each hand, and crying “Come along!” accompanied the host into the dining-room. The wine deserved its praise; opening our hearts, it soon made us famous friends. I had been pleased with the scenery about this quiet nook, and, being master of my time, and very comfortable, I made up my mind and said, “I tell you what, my friend. I shall send for my things from Heidelberg, and stay here for a week or two.” The laughter again pealed out; but my host, who probably had seen quite enough of a guest who insisted upon drinking his best wine, put on a grave face. It looked like an innkeeper’s face, when he is buckling himself up to strike a bargain. To save him trouble, I at once said that I would pay three florins a day for myself, and one for the accommodation of my horse. “He thinks we keep an inn!” the little child screamed through her laughter. I instantly collapsed. PUBLIC EXECUTIONS IN ENGLAND.