There is one remarkable point about the town of Strasbourg, which is,
that the Protestants and Catholics have, I believe always, and do now,
live in a state of amity which ought to be an example to others. In
running over the history of the town, I do not find that they ever
persecuted each other; but if they have not persecuted each other, I am
shocked to say that they have not spared the Jews. At the time of the
plague, they accused the Jews of having occasioned it by poisoning the
wells, and only burnt alive _two thousand of them at once_! I wonder
when the lightning struck the cathedral they did not drown two thousand
more in the Rhine--strange Christianity! when smitten by the hand of
God, to revenge themselves by smiting their fellow-creatures. I had to
call upon a Professor here upon some business; he amused me very much;
he fancied that he could speak English: perhaps he might have been able
to do so at one time, but if so, he had forgotten it, but he did not
think he had. I addressed him in French, and told him my business.
"Sir, you speak English?"--"Yes," replied I. "Then, Sir, I tell you
that--" Then he stopped, pondering and perplexed for some minutes,
without saying a syllable. "Speak French, Sir," said I; "I perceive
that you have forgotten a word in our language;" and I then put another
leading question to him, to which he replied, "Yes, I recollect that
very well, and I--" Then another dead pause for the verb. I waited a
minute in perfect silence, but his memory was as treacherous as he was
obstinately bent upon talking English, and then I again spoke to him,
and he replied, "That is true, that you must--" Then he broke down
again, and I broke up the conference, as I really could not wait until
he formed English words, and he was evidently resolved that he would
speak in no other language. Fortunately, it was no business of my own,
but a commission from another, which ended in an omission, which,
perhaps, did quite as well.
This morning I strolled into a small _debit de tabac_, to fill my box,
and it being excessively warm, was not sorry to sit down and enter into
a conversation with the young woman who attended upon the customers. I
asked her, among other questions, if the shop was hers. She replied,
"That she had hired the license." This answer struck me, and I inquired
if she could obtain a license for herself. She replied, "No, unless,"
said she, laughing, "I should marry some old _estropie_ who has been
worn out in the service." She then informed me of what I was not aware
which is, that instead of giving pensions to the old militaires, they
give them, and them only, the licenses for selling tobacco. They may
either carry on the trade themselves, or may lease out their licenses to
others, for as much as they can obtain for it per year.
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