that she at once fell into a sound sleep on the Denksopha, from
which the fiercest storm that I ever remember failed to awaken
her. On the following day my Zurich friends arrived.

Herwegh's chief companion was Dr. Francois Wille. I had learned
to know him some time before at Herwegh's house: his chief
characteristics were a face much scarred in students' duels, and
a great tendency to witty and outspoken remarks. He had recently
been staying near Meilen on the Lake of Zurich, and he often
asked me to visit him there with Herwegh. Here we saw something
of the habits and customs of a Hamburg household, which was kept
up in a fairly prosperous style by his wife, the daughter of Herr
Sloman, a wealthy shipowner. Although in reality he remained a
student all his life, he had made himself a position and formed a
large circle of acquaintances by editing a Hamburg political
newspaper. He was a brilliant conversationalist, and was
considered good company. He seemed to have taken up with Herwegh
with the object of overcoming the latter's antipathy to Alpine
climbing, and his consequent reluctance to undertake it. He
himself had made preparations to walk over the Gotthard Pass with
a Professor Eichelberger, and this had made Herwegh furious, as
he declared that walking tours were only permissible where it was
impossible to drive, and not on these broad highways. After
making an excursion into the neighbourhood of Lugano, during
which I got heartily sick of the childish sound of the church
bells, so common in Italy, I persuaded my friends to go with me
to the Borromean Islands, which I was longing to see again.
During the steamer trip on Lake Maggiore, we met a delicate-
looking man with a long cavalry moustache, whom in private was
humourously dubbed General Haynau, and the distrust with which we