all of them. These gatherings, often attended also by some of the professors of the university, were very enjoyable. Generally they were entirely informal, but of course with a chairman, and during the various speeches, jokes, burlesques and other features one sat at a table with his cigar, his beer and pretzel, or black bread and Swiss cheese, and chattered with his companions. Each one paid his own reckoning, which never amounted to more than a Mark. I never saw any intoxication or rowdyism at any of them. The class meeting was called a Kneip and the general gathering was a Commers, I saw Dr Hettinger at the Commers, but never Dr Hergenroether. He was very retiring in his disposition and had few intimates among the students. I was in his room but once, and then it was to congratulate him on his feast day. He loved his books and was the author of several volumes. As Cardinal Hergenroether he was later Librarian of the Vatican, a position held afterwards by the future Pius XII.

          There is a royal palace and a court church at Wuertzburg, but King Ludwig made but one visit to the city during my time there. His principal residence was at Munich and his people saw little of him elsewhere. He was young and fond of pleasure, put his subjects thought well of him and celebrated his feast of St Ludwig (Louis) with a civil and religious pomp. There were several fine churches in the city, among them a fine cathedral, but it had no bishop just then. The government had presented the name of the Carmalite Father Kaas at whose church I said mass daily, but some refused to appoint him, so the Diocese stood vacant. Some time later the Rector of the University, the Very Rev Dr vonStein, was appointed and gave such satisfaction to Rome and the government that he was promoted to the Archbishopric of Munich. St Killian, the Irish apostle of Wuertzburg and St Burghardt, its martyr, had their churches, but a place of pilgrimage was the exquisite little shrine of the Blessed Virgin,  Die Kaepele, across the Main River. A church dedicated to the Holy Innocents had the honor of possessing an entire body of one of Herod's little victims. It was especially shown to Mr Deppen and me one the day previous to its solemn exposition on the feast of the Holy Innocents. In fact they made the exposition a day earlier to accomodate [accommodate] us as we were going away on a little vacation trip. The body was very small and apparently mummified, and its head showed a large fracture as if it had been cleft with a sword. It was richly clothed with silk garments and lay in a sort of a crib like our Christmas cribs.

          Our vacation was in the nature of a visit to a few of the famous old towns in or near the valley of the Rhine. Frankfort-on-the-Main was our first stop, but we did not delay there long. The Judengasse was the only curiosity I remember now. This was the street of the Jews to which they were limited in bygone times. In this street is the original house of the Rothschilds. A young Jew was pleased to point it out to us. It is a small building facing on the street, but it is four stories high, and each story is of a different style of architecture. The Jews were not allowed to live in any other part of the city, so when children of the