But your St.Petersburger does not get up early in the morning.

At St.Petersburg, the music halls, which it is the fashionable thing to attend _after_ the theatre--a drive to them taking half an hour in a swift sleigh--do not practically begin till twelve.
Through the Neva at four o'clock in the morning you have to literally push your way; and the favourite trains for travellers are those starting about five o'clock in the morning.

These trains save the Russian the trouble of getting up early.

He wishes his friends "Good-night," and drives down to the station comfortably after supper, without putting the house to any inconvenience.
Potsdam, the Versailles to Berlin, is a beautiful little town, situate among lakes and woods.

Here in the shady ways of its quiet, far-stretching park of Sans Souci, it is easy to imagine lean, snuffy Frederick "bummeling" with shrill Voltaire.
Acting on my advice, George and Harris consented not to stay long in Berlin; but to push on to Dresden.