The actual Austrian Pensioner of merit is a loud-voiced, hard-faced, very limited, but honest little fellow; who has worked a little polygon ditch and miniature hedge round the two Monuments; keeps his own cottage, little garden, and self, respectably clean; and leads stoically a lone life,--no company, I should think, but the Sterbohol hinds, who probably are Czechs and cannot speak to him.

He was once 'of the regiment Hohenlohe;' suffers somewhat from cold, in the winter-time, in those upland parts (the 'cords of wood' allowed him being limited); but complains of nothing else.

Two English names were in his Album, a military two, and no more.

'EHRET DEN HELD (Honor the Hero)!' we said to him, at parting.

'Don't I ?' answered he; glancing at his muddy bare legs and little spade, with which he had been working in the Polygon Ditch when we arrived.