IT WAS with a sorry heart that I bade farewell to my Viennafriends, my musical comrades, the Legation hospitalities, andmy faithful little Israelite. But the colt frisks over thepasture from sheer superfluity of energy; and between one'ssecond and third decades instinctive restlessness -spontaneous movement - is the law of one's being. 'Tis thentha