As we go farther down the great Street, we come to the Fish-Market, where is the Hotel of the City of _Cologne_, and _Dorffling_’s Hotel occupied by the Count _de Finck_. This Family is oblig’d for its Rise to the Marshal _Dorffling_, who from an Apprentice to a Taylor rais’d himself by his Valour and Merit to the highest Posts in the Army. The Story goes, that when he had serv’d his Apprenticeship at _Tangermunde_, having a mind to go to _Berlin_, he came to a part of the Country where he cou’d not proceed without crossing the _Elbe_, but not having wherewithal to pay his Passage, the Ferry-Men refus’d to carry him over; which so vex’d him, that he threw his Knapsack into the River in a Pet, curs’d the Trade of a Taylor, and went back to _Tangermunde_, where he listed himself a Soldier. There being a War at that time all over _Germany_, it was no difficult matter for the young Warrior to find an Opportunity to shew his Courage; and he signaliz’d it in such a manner, that his Officers, who were all in love with him, strove to advance him, and therefore made him known to the Elector _Frederic-William_. This Prince who lov’d, rewarded, and was a good Judge of Valour, did not depend upon what Fame reported of him; but in order to see his Officers and Soldiers fight with his own Eyes, conducted them himself to the Enemy, and very soon took notice of _Dorffling_. He saw him at every part of the Field where there was Honour to be won: He saw he was a sensible industrious Fellow, that he hated Parties and Cabals, and that he had that _Germanic_ Probity which was the distinguish’d Virtue of our Forefathers, but which we now content ourselves with admiring. The Elector observing such a Stock of Virtue in _Dorffling_, thought him deserving of his Favour, advanc’d him to the tip-top Employments, and made him very rich. Envy, which is as old as the World itself, and which like that, never stands still, made several of the Courtiers jealous of the Fortune or rather the Merit of _Dorffling_, and there were some who did not stick to say, that if the Marshal came to be ever so great a Nobleman, he wou’d always retain the Air of a Taylor. This being carry’d to _Dorffling_, _True enough_, said he, _I was a Taylor, and I have cut out Cloth; but now_, said he, clapping his Hand to the Hilt of his Sword, _I have an Instrument in my Hand, with which I’ll cut off the Ears of any Man that slanders me_. This brave Fellow liv’d to a great Age, and left a Son who was one of the King of _Prussia_’s Lieutenant-Generals, and Colonel of a Regiment of Dragoons, but died without Issue. He had not quite the Vivacity of his Father, but he had his Honour and Integrity.