The second considerable dialogue was on the morrow, when Imperial Majesty, as if by accident, found himself in the Count-Nostitz Palace, where Friedrich Wilhelm lodges.

Delighted to be so fortunate again! Hope your Majesty likes Prag?
Eternal friendship, OH JA:--and as to Julich and Berg?
Particulars have not transpired.
Prag is a place full of sights: his Majesty, dashing about in all quarters, has a busy time; affairs of state (Julich and Berg principally) alternating with what we now call the LIONS.

Zisca's drum, for instance, in the Arsenal here?
Would your Majesty wish to see Zisca's own skin, which he bequeathed to be a drum when HE had done with it ?"NARRENPOSSEN!"-- for indeed the thing is fabulous, though in character with Zisca.

Or the Council-Chamber window, out of which "the Three Prag Projectiles fell into the Night of things," as a modern Historian expresses it?
Three Official Gentlemen, flung out one morning, [13th (23d) May, 1618 (Kohler, p.

507).] 70 feet, but fell on "sewerage," and did not die, but set the whole world on fire?
That is too certain, as his Majesty knows: that brought the crowning of the Winter-King, Battle of the Weissenberg, Thirty-Years War; and lost us Jagerndorf and much else.
Or Wallenstein's Palace,--did your Majesty look at that?
A thing worth glancing at, on the score of History and even of Natural-History.