A Countess' Birthday

One fine morning, it was 29 May 1842, I saw a carriage stop in front of a friend's house, which my friend was about to board with another friend who belonged to both of us. «Where to?» I asked. «To S.,» was the answer. «What are you going to do there?» – «Oh,» cried my lively friend Fischer: «Birthday – Venetian regatta – Bucentaur – little angels – Waren's fishermen's servants – cannons – fisherman's sting – beer and brandy – people – Countess X. – bratwurst.»"