. The life of Bismarck, private and political;. hold in the Dorotheen-Strasse (af-terwards in the Behren-Strasse, No. 60), we may name Yon Sa-vigny, Andre, and Yon Kleist-Betzow. Bismarcks life in those days was almost entirely absorbed bypolitics: sessions of the Chambers, commissions, committees,clubs, and appointments of all kinds occupied him, and politicsformed the theme of the conversations he held in the evening inthe beer - saloon of Schwarz (corner of Friedichs and LeipzigerStrassen), when he went in to drink a glass of Griinthaler beer-saloon—it is still existent, although
. The life of Bismarck, private and political;. hold in the Dorotheen-Strasse (af-terwards in the Behren-Strasse, No. 60), we may name Yon Sa-vigny, Andre, and Yon Kleist-Betzow. Bismarcks life in those days was almost entirely absorbed bypolitics: sessions of the Chambers, commissions, committees,clubs, and appointments of all kinds occupied him, and politicsformed the theme of the conversations he held in the evening inthe beer - saloon of Schwarz (corner of Friedichs and LeipzigerStrassen), when he went in to drink a glass of Griinthaler beer-saloon—it is still existent, although in another localityand under other management—was a principal centre of the con-servatives; it was jestingly said, that even the landlords littledog was so conservative that he barked at every democrat. At another establishment, not that of Schwarz, Bismarck had alittle adventure. He had just taken a seat, when a particularlyoffensive expression was used at the next table concerning amember of the Eoyal Family. Bismarck immediately rose to. his full height, turned to the speaker, and thundered forth :— Out of the house! If you are not off when I have drunk thisbeer, I will break this glass on your head ! At this there en- 202 I SHALL HAVE TO PLUCK YOU! sued a fierce commotion, and threatening outcries resounded inall directions. Without the slightest notice Bismarck finishedhis draught, and then brought it down upon the offenders patewith such effect that the glass flew into fragments, and the manfell down, howling with anguish. There was a deep silence,during which Bismarcks voice was heard to say, in the quietesttone, as if nothing whatever had taken place :— Waiter, what isto pay for this broken glass ? At this exclamations were heard,but not against Bismarck; every one rejoiced and cried:—Thatwas right! That is the proper thing to do ! The wretch richlydeserved it! This deed had its intended effect, and Bismarckwent on his way unmolested. There was something indes
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