light was used, with the best effect, to illuminate
the churches and castles and other prominent
objects on either bank. On the Rolandseck
side, the hills were lighted, from the water's
edge to the summit. Opposite towered the
Drachenfels, with its wooded sides in complete
darkness. On the summit alone, the ruins
blazed with the red light of Cingalese fire.
The quaint outline of the ruin, the unnatural
glare of the red light, the sombre majesty of the
dark woods beneath, recalled the old legend of
the dragon and his dishes of maid's flesh. From
Königswinter to Beul, a distance of nearly eight
miles, the illumination was complete. On the
water's edge, burned immense bonfires at regular
intervals. Every little rising ground, every
church and mansion, was illuminated by the
magnesian light. The broad lake-like expanse
of the waters, mirrored the fires on either bank.
The vessels steamed gently on, without lights,
but all carrying bands of music. In the darkness
of the night the quick flash and deep boom
of the firing from every village, considerably
heightened the general effect of the illumination.

But, after all, the principal charm of this
festival for a stranger was the occasional
glimpses it gave him of a warmhearted and
aesthetic people in the height of enjoyment and
good humour. Now, there was a party of the
officers of the corps in their fantastic array,
strutting through the streets exulting in the
admiration of the shop girls. Then there was
some meeting between old and distinguished
alumni of the university: their grave
intellectual faces lighted up with the memory of
the old time when they were students together.
Now, the market place was deserted, and all
had betaken themselves to the various inns
for the one o'clock dinner. The passers-by
in the bright hot sunshine, heard nothing but
the buzz of conversation and the clink of glasses,
as the holiday-makers drank to each other, with
the shutters nearly closed to keep out the sun.
The stillness was suddenly broken by the rattle
of wheels and the sound of music. A party of
students returning to dinner from a country
excursion, to make their entry with proper
effect, had picked up a barrel-organ. The
performer stood on the coach box beside the
driver, and ground away. With tremendous
speed they rattled over the pavement and made
the circuit of the monument in the centre of
the market-place. In a moment the windows
were opened, and greetings exchanged. The
students within, crowded the windows, with
glasses filled to the brim, which, with marvellous
dexterity, they handed down to the new
comers without spilling a drop. Then there
was clinking of glasses, shouting and laughter,
and the organ man ground away as if it were
the last moment of his existence. The glasses
were emptied, the organ and coach discharged,
the new arrivals disappeared into the hotel, and
all was quiet again.

What the kings of Prussia have done for
Bonn, and what Bonn has done and intends yet
to do for Deutschland, was set forth in many
orations during these days both within and
without the university. All this may be
learned from various sources. Infinitely more
valuable to the beholder was the view this
celebration gave him of the true spirit of German
festivity, of its genuine jollity and heartiness,
of its sustained capacity of enjoyment, which
never wearied, and yet never degenerated into
riot or debauchery.

FAR WESTERN JUDGES AND JURIES.

IN the United States (and indeed also in
Canada) there is no distinction between
barrister and attorney, and, in the newer settlements,
to become either requires little study.
It used to be said that in some parts of Oregon
all a man had to do to be admitted an attorney
was to go round for some time with a law book
under his arm, and talk " constitootion" in
front of "grocery" doors. A gentleman of
Oregon gave me a copy of a legal document,
preserved in the archives of Marion County,
Oregon, and written by an attorney (I knew
the man) regularly licensed to practise. It is
a demurrer to a complaint in an action, in
which Marion County is the plaintiff and one
G. B. Wagnon defendant, brought for the
recovery of a fine for violating a statute in the
disposition of estray animals. Part of it runs
precisely thus:

"And now comes G B Wagnon the Defnat
in the a Bove Sute or Cause And files a
Demworer and says that the plaintiff Should
not have Nor maintain his Action a Gainst Said
Defanant for the following says there is not
that plain and concise Statement of the facts
constituting the cause of action as there is no
De Scription of Cauller markes, nor Brands nor
by hoom apraysed

"and further Says that he was not Seerved
with a certifyed coppy of said Complant therefore
the Defenant prays this honorable Cort to
Dis mss the a Bove Sute this 8th day of
December 1859"

Another attorney delivered a famous defence
of a man who was caught in the act of stealing
a hank of cotton yarn. It ran something like
this:

"Gentlemen of the Jury, do you think my
client Thomas Flinn, off Muddy Creek and the
Big Willamette, would be guilty o' stealin' a
hank o' cotting yarn? Gentlemen of the Jury,
I reckon not, I s'pose not. By no manner of
means, gentlemen, not at all! He are not
guilty! TOM FLINN? Good heavings! Gentlemen,
you all know Tom Flinn, and, on honour,
now, gentlemen, do you think he'd do it? No,
gentlemen! I s'pose not I reckon not. THOMAS
FLINN? Why" (warming up with virtuous
indignation) " why, great snakes and alligators!
Tom's a whole team on Muddy Creek and a
hoss to let! And" (insinuatingly) " do you
think he'd sneak off with a miserable hank o'
cotting yarn? Well, gentlemen, I reckon not.