So much for the Baron Von Moll.  The name of SCHLICHTEGROLL was frequently mentioned in my last letter.  It is fitting, therefore, that you should know something of the gentleman to whom this name appertains.  Mr. F. Schlichtegroll is the Director in Chief of the Public Library at Munich.  I was introduced to him in a room contiguous to that where they keep their models of public buildings—­such as bridges, barriers, fortifications, &c. which are extremely beautiful and interesting.  The director received me in the heartiest manner imaginable; and within five minutes of our first salutation, I found his arm within my own, as we walked up and down the room—­discoursing about first editions, block-books, and works printed upon vellum.  He was delighted to hear of my intention to make a vigorous attack, with pen, ink, and paper, upon the oblong cabinet of Fifteeners and precious MSS. of which my last letter made especial mention; and promised to afford me every facility which his official situation might command.  Unluckily for a more frequent intercourse between us, which was equally wished by both parties, the worthy Director was taken ill towards the latter part of my stay;[72]—­not however before I had visited him twice, and been his guest attended by a numerous party.

Mr. SCHERER is the third figure upon this bibliographical piece of canvass, of which I deem it essential to give you a particular description.  He is very hearty, very alert in the execution of his office, and is “all over English” in his general appearance and manner of conduct.  He is learned in oriental literature; is a great reader of English Reviews; and writes our language with fluency and tolerable correctness.  He readily volunteered his kind offices in translating the German ms. of Sir Tristrem, of which my last letter made mention—­and I have been indebted to him upon every occasion, wherein I have solicited his aid, for much friendly and much effectual attention.  He has, luckily for his own character, vouchsafed to dine with me; although it was with difficulty I could prevail upon him so to do, and for him to allow me to dine at the protracted hour of four.  After dinner, it was with pleasure,—­when surrounded by all the book-treasures, specified in the early part of this letter, and which were then lying in detached piles upon the floor[73]—­I heard Mr. Scherer expatiate upon the delight he felt in taking a trip, every summer or autumn, among the snow-capt mountains of the Tyrol; or of burying his cares, as well as changing his studies and residence, by an excursion along the lakes and mountains of Switzerland.  “When that season arrives (added he—­stretching forth both arms in a correspondently ardent manner) I fly away to these grand scenes of silence and solitude, and forget the works of man in the contemplation of those of nature!” As he spake thus, my heart went a good way with him:  and I could not but express my regret that London was not situated like the capital of Bavaria.