Oehlenschlaeger, in his "St.John's Eve," has preserved his portrait for us, and it will continue to live, as Master Jakel (Punch), our Danish Thespis, will continue to live.

The play and the puppets were transferred from father to son, and every quarter of an hour in the day the piece is repeated.

Free nature is the place for the spectators, and after every representation the director himself goes round with the plate.
This was the first spectacle which exhibited itself to the friends.
Not far off stood a juggler in peasant's clothes, somewhat advanced in years, with a common ugly countenance.

His short sleeves were rolled up, and exhibited a pair of hairy, muscular arms.

The crowd, withdrawing from Master Jakel when the plate commenced its wanderings, pushed Otto and Wilhelm forward toward the low fence before the juggler's table.
"Step nearer, my gracious gentlemen, my noble masters!" said the juggler, with an accentuation which betrayed his German birth.