Nay matters ran so high at last, it was like to come to war between them, had not George been wiser.

The young fellow actually sent a cartel to his Uncle; challenged him to mortal combat,--at which George only wagged his old beard, we suppose, and said nothing.

Neighbors interposed, the Diet itself interposed; and the matter was got quenched again.

Leaving Albert, let us hope, a repentant young man.

We said he was full of fire, too much of it wildfire.
His profession was Arms; he shone much in war; went slashing and fighting through those Schmalkaldic broils, and others of his time; a distinguished captain; cutting his way towards something high, he saw not well what.