During which dark state, say the old Books, it was a pleasure to see with what attention his Sons treated him, and how reverently the eldest always led him out to dinner.

[Ib.

p.

612.] They live and dine at that high Castle of Plassenburg, where old Friedrich can behold the Red or White Mayn no more.

Alas, alas, Plassenburg is now a Correction-House, where male and female scoundrels do beating of hemp; and pious Friedrich, like eloquent Johann, has become a forgotten object.