Seeing that he would have time after dinner, he at once sent for Professor Gottsched, a gigantic gentleman, Reigning King of German Literature for the time being, to come to him at 3 P.M.

Reigning King at that time; since gone wholly to the Dustbins,--'Popular Delusion,' as old Samuel defines it, having since awakened to itself, with scornful ha-ha's upon its poor Gottsched, and rushed into other roads worse and better; its poor Gottsched become a name now signifying Pedantry, Stupidity, learned Inanity and the Worship of Colored Water, to every German mind.
"At 3 precise, the portly old gentleman (towards sixty now, huge of stature, with a shrieky voice, and speaks uncommonly fast) bowed himself in; and a Colloquy ensued, on Literature and so forth, of the kind we may conceive.

Colloquy which had great fame in the world; Gottsched himself having--such the inaccuracy of rumor and Dutch Newspapers, on the matter--published authentic Report of it; [Next Year, in a principal Leipzig Magazine, with name signed: given in _Helden-Geschichte,_ iv.
728-739 (with multifarious commentaries and flourishings, denoting an attentive world).

Nicolai, _Anekdoten,_ iii.

286-290.] now one of the dullest bits of reading, and worth no man's bit of time.