I will venture to say that it would be impossible to find 100 Germans born south of the Main who would declare, on their honour, that they prefer a Prussian to a Frenchman.

The only Prussian I ever knew who was an agreeable man was Bismarck.

All others with whom I have been thrown--and I have lived for years in Germany--were proud as Scotchmen, cold as New Englanders, and touchy as only Prussians can be.
I once had a friend among them.

His name was Buckenbrock.

Inadvertently I called him Butterbrod.