The cynosure of vague creatures, with a sense of faculty without direction.
What clouds of winged migratory people gathering in to Berlin, all through this Reign.

Not since Noah's Ark a stranger menagerie of creatures, mostly wild.

Of whom Voltaire alone is, in our time, worth mention.
"Collini gazed upon the Alpine chasms, and shaggy ice-palaces, with tender memory of the Adriatic; courageously steered his way through the inoffensive guttural populations; had got to Berlin, just in this time; been had to dinner daily by the hospitable Barberinas, young Cocceji always his fellow-guest,--'Privately, my poor Signorina's Husband!' whispered old Mamma.

Both the Barberinas were very kind to Collini; cheering him with good auguries, and offers of help.

Collini does not date with any punctuality; but the German Books will do it for him.
August 25th-27th was Carrousel; and Collini had arrived few days before." [Collini,--Mon Sejour aupres de Voltaire--( Paris, 1807), pp.
1-21.] And now it is time we were at the Carrousel ourselves,--in a brief transient way..