That is a very old name," said thecounsellor; "was it not the name of the first publisher in Denmark?"
  "Yes; and he is our first printer and publisher now," repliedthe scholar.
  So far all had passed off very well; but now one of the citizensbegan to speak of a terrible pestilence which had been raging a fewyears before, meaning the plague of 1484. The counsellor thought hereferred to the cholera, and they could discuss this without findingout the mistake. The war in 1490 was spoken of as quite recent. TheEnglish pirates had taken some ships in the Channel in 1801, and thecounsellor, supposing they referred to these, agreed with them infinding fault with the English. The rest of the talk, however, was notso agreeable; every moment one contradicted the other. The goodbachelor appeared very ignorant, for the simplest remark of thecounsellor seemed to him either too bold or too fantastic. They staredat each other, and when it became worse the bachelor spoke in Latin,in the hope of being better understood; but it was all useless.
  "How are you now?" asked the landlady, pulling the counsellor'ssleeve.
  Then his recollection returned to him. In the course ofconversation he had forgotten all that had happened previously.
  "Goodness me! where am I?" said he. It bewildered him as hethought of it.
  "We will have some claret, or mead, or Bremen beer," said one ofthe guests; "will you drink with us?"
  Two maids came in. One of them had a cap on her head of twocolors. They poured out the wine, bowed their heads, and withdrew.
  The counsellor felt a cold shiver run all over him. "What is this?what does it mean?" said he; but he was obliged to drink with them,for they overpowered the good man with their politeness. He becameat last desperate; and when one of them said he was tipsy, he didnot doubt the man's word in the least- only begged them to get adroschky; and then they thought he was speaking the Muscovitelanguage. Never before had he been in such rough and vulgar company."One might believe that the country was going back to heathenism,"he observed. "This is the most terrible moment of my life."
  Just then it came into his mind that he would stoop under thetable, and so creep to the door. He tried it; but before he reachedthe entry, the rest discovered what he was about, and seized him bythe feet, when, luckily for him, off came the goloshes, and withthem vanished the whole enchantment. The counsellor now saw quiteplainly a lamp, and a large building behind it; everything lookedfamiliar and beautiful. He was in East Street, as it now appears; helay with his legs turned towards a porch, and just by him sat thewatchman asleep.
  "Is it possible that I have been lying here in the streetdreaming?" said he. "Yes, this is East Street; how beautifullybright and gay it looks! It is quite shocking that one glass ofpunch should have upset me like this."
  Two minutes afterwards he sat in a droschky, which was to drivehim to Christian's Haven. He thought of all the terror and anxietywhich he had undergone, and felt thankful from his heart for thereality and comfort of modern times, which, with all their errors,were far better than those in which he so lately found himself.
  THE WATCHMAN'S ADVENTURES
  "Well, I declare, there lies a pair of goloshes," said thewatchman. "No doubt, they belong to the lieutenant who lives upstairs. They are lying just by his door." Gladly would the honestman have rung, and given them in, for a light was still burning, buthe did not wish to disturb the other people in the house; so he letthem lie. "These things must keep the feet very warm," said he;"they are of such nice soft leather." Then he tried them on, andthey fitted his feet exactly. "Now," said he, "how droll things are inthis world!