Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1851-06-05
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3 THE DIVINITY OF DREAMS.
BY Q. D. TIME.KEErER GENT.

Stuuy, sO' osOiy puhibB lie mCOisSuuumi
and looked troubled. Idare say that in The
walls Of Gouingen there was no, more
perplexed, be.devilled student than Karl tina,
night On the morrow the medal for the
bes. metaphysical disquisi,ion was to BE-
owarded, and all the burghers and fair dam.
sells Of Go,lingen would be there 10 sec. |,
was whispered that from oil The men of the
University Karl Kohnicler was likely TO
bear off the palm. His ye, unfinished thesis
lay on the table, but il was not This which so
saddened the thoughts and heightened the
face Of the student; indeed il had been en-.
lirely out Of his mind for full Two hours,
and he still with half closed eyes looked
into the Goals, heaving many a sigh as he
blew clouds Of smoke into the air. He
seemed uneasy on his chair, frequently
changing his fee, on The fender, bu, olher.
wise he gave no token that either Of his five
senses were awake. Had he been less DOR
munl he would have known that it was q
terrible night. The spirits Of the storm and
the wind were roaring and frolicking like
mad, out doors. The little demons who
ride on The pinions of The bias, were Shrek
ing and dancing abou, !he ,GrTeis and slee-
pies, rauling down bricks and tiles through
The gusly streets and on 10 The cauering
pavements, and raising such deuce Of q
row with roofs and windows, and rusty
creaking weather-cocks, as made the good
fat burghers of Go.tingen shake in their beds
like jelly, and caused. the curl-popers Of all
the sly maidens in the vicinity 10 come 10 a
general falling ou, with The jeuy ringIc,s in
sheer fright. The wind raced up and down
the desolaie streets, whisked round the cor
ners, ,umbled in heavy rolls or gusts over
The buildings, shook the spires and jingled
the bells in The old cathedral, came moan
ing down the chimney like the bellowings
of halfa-dozen bulls Of Bashan in chorus,
and SO shrilly whistled through his key hole,
and raiiled his door 10 that degree, tha, Karl
Kohlnichter must have heard il If he hadn't
been as distracted as nn owl. But he didn't
hear il, and he wouldn'tf il had blown his
greal-grand-falher into Behring Straits, and
his wig 10 the moon. Karl was in Lowell
Many an honest man has been there before,
but | dare say no one ever felt what il was
TO love The black.eyed Fraulein Rosina Bick-
bnuchig, whose father was President Of the
Municipal Board. Karl was poor, while
Fraulein Rosina rode in, her carriage,s and
eal.sauer-kraui with silver-fork, and vipe-
gar made from the chriest kind Of crab-ap.
pies. Poor and in Lowell In soo,h, my good
Karl, these two are enough 10 leng,hen any
body's visage. to induce many night-las.ing
reveries by the fire. If thought Karl, she
only knew It, or indeed knew me. il might
mend the matter somewhat, but that's the
thing Of it. Karl Kohlnichter might as
well be liz Heaven for all she knows or cares
about him. Musing on which, he relapsed
into yet deeper gloom, and looked more
searchingly into the now fading, dimming
embers. The bells in the wind-s,ormed
cathedral chimed the quarter after midnight.
but Karl heard not. Suddenly flinging
down his pipe, and kicking his slippers into
the fire, The devil take III exclaimed Karl.
My deer sir, Iwitl" replied voice be-
hind.
Looking around, there sat the Old Dragon
himself, perched upon his tail, which coiling
spirally from his body, suck firmly its
fiuked point into the floor, upon which he
now sat teetering and swaying, as much al
his ease as If in everlasting fires.
DO you smoke, Mynheerl' said Karl re-
speclfully, rendering him pipe.
Yah, Herr, drawled out the Enemy; i
smoke--menl'
'Oh' ejaculaied Karl, apologetically.
I'll tell you what began the Temper,
settling down on his spiral tail ill he nearly
touched the floor, and then springing up on
the quivering coil, ill his horns touched the
ceiling, Herr Karl, you are as poor as
church-mouse.
i wish could deny ~ replied Karl.
You are in love-
Karl sighed.
You expect TO win the golden model on
the morrow, with that unfinished thesis on
the table,
Karl hoped so.
Blu you wont do it; hand il here my
chicken
The Old Serpenl took Il, and blowing blue
flames on il from bis nosIrils, il crumbled
into ashes.
what The devlll' began Karl in an
ger.
mo profanity, if you please interrupted
tho Adversary. Non we are ready 10 pro-
ceed 10 business
Karl was about to intimate that he con.
sidered the business pretty we'll done for him
already, When His Blackness cut him
shors BY abruptly bringing his hoofs to the
floor, tucking his tail under his right arm,
and bidding Karl follow him. Now Karl
had read Of young men going 10 the Devil
rather prema.urely, and he looked upon the
course as opprobrious; bu, having never me,
in his reading with case like the present,
he thought, as the Devil had come to him,
he might innocen,ly enjoy his society for an
hour or TWO, so they Two went into the stree,
together. 1t was wild night in Gouingen,
and Karl thought so when he saw the bricks
and tiles rattling about him, felt the rude
buffeiings 10 his face, and heard The spirit of
the wind mastering his squadrons for new
and terrific charge upon the turrets Of the
old cathedral; but he only wrapped his
gown closer abou, him, and plodded on after
The Embodiment Of Darkness. After thread
ing innumerable streets, and dodging innu.
merable brick-ba,s, they, came to stop.
Beautiful night for o promenade, isn't iil'
said His Majesty, showing his worries; airy,
very, but we have finished our promenade
K0rl looked up, and the stately manson
r na.l Af al