He was then of no particular age, by which I mean that it was impossible to form a guess respecting his age by any data personally afforded. Upon his advent to G-n, he sought me out in amy apartments. Thus the brief period of his residence at the university forms an era in its annals, and is characterized by all classes of people appertaining to it or its dependencies as “that very extraordinary epoch forming the domination of the Baron Ritzner von Jung.” But, letting this matter pass for the present, I will merely observe that, from the first moment of his setting foot within the limits of the university, he began to exercise over the habits, manners, persons, purses, and propensities of the whole community which surrounded him, an influence the most extensive and despotic, yet at the same time the most indefinite and altogether unaccountable. That he was unique appeared so undeniable, that it was deemed impertinent to inquire wherein the uniquity consisted. I remember still more distinctly, that while he was pronounced by all parties at first sight “the most remarkable man in the world,” no person made any attempt at accounting for this opinion. I remember the buzz of curiosity which his advent excited within the college precincts on the night of the twenty-fifth of June. In later days this insight grew more clear, as the intimacy which had at first permitted it became more close and when, after three years separation, we met at G-n, I knew all that it was necessary to know of the character of the Baron Ritzner von Jung. Here it was I obtained a place in his regard, and here, with somewhat more difficulty, a partial insight into his mental conformation. My acquaintance with Ritzner commenced at the magnificent Chateau Jung, into which a train of droll adventures, not to be made public, threw me during the summer months of the year 18. T HE Baron Ritzner Von Jung was of a noble Hungarian family, every member of which (at least as far back into antiquity as any certain records extend) was more or less remarkable for talent of some description - the majority for that species of grotesquerie in conception of which Tieck, a scion of the house, has given a vivid, although by no means the most vivid exemplifications. Slid, if these be your “passados” and “montantes,” I’ll have none o’ them.