This will give
some idea of the extreme flatness of Northern Europe, for the
terrace at Windsor can hardly be called a commanding eminence.
I am sorry to say that for over forty years I have quite lost
sight of Vieweg. My connection with quinine, too, has been usually
quite involuntary. I have had two very serious bouts of malarial
fever, one in South America, the other in the West Indies, and on
both occasions I owed my life to quinine. Whilst taking this
bitter, if beneficent drug, I sometimes wondered whether it had
been prepared under the auspices of the friend of my youth. So
ignorant am I of the quinine world, that I do not know whether the
firm of Buchler & Vieweg still exists. One thing I do know: Vieweg
must be now sixty-three years old, should he be still alive, and I
am convinced that he remains an upright and honourable gentleman.
I would also venture a surmise that business competitors find it
very hard to overreach him, and that he has escaped the garrulous
tendencies of old age.
One of the curses of German towns is the prevalence of malicious
and venomous gossip.
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