The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-11-24
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have a holiday! A little allotmen
of time all your own, upon which
you need pay duty to no man liv
ing, and within the compass o
which, ifyou be a scholar, no one
can plague you about the datt
of the Hegira, or "exact political
significance" or the Lieinian Roga
tions, or any fall upon you, if you bt
a man of business, from alarming
kilograms respecting the fall of Utop.
ian consols, or the "unhealthy de
preston" of the Cloudland- Atlantic
Grand Central Railway. Surely
there is none living who does not
appreciate such a furlough, from the
fourth-form boy who over-eats him.
self at Warwick or Benilworth on
the half-yearly holiday, damped on
ly by the horrid recollection that the
work begins again next day, up to
the wearied merchant prince who
follows out his doctors prescription
of complete change of scene" by
making Rome or Switzerland as like
London as possible for two months
every year.
Somewhat after this fashion chad
l felt inclined / might have solilo-
quized, as 1 sat looking down upon
the good town of Heidelberg from
the terrace of the "Molken Kur,"-
little wooden amberage, perched
upon a projecting bluff, in which a
few soi-disant invalids play at curing
themselves by eating the greatest
amount of curds and whey. And,
certainly, the scene before me de-
served more than a passing glance.
Above rose the green, sloping crest
of the Konigstuhl, with all its wav-
woods upon which the fading sun
shine fingered lovingly; all around
lay the leafy hillside, between which,
like thread of gold, glittered the
winding stream of the Neckar; i'm
mediately below me lay the narrow
streets and tall grim houses of the
quaint little town, above which the
vast red towers of the castle stood
out to the glow of sunset like pillars
Of fire; and far out in the plain be-
yond, breaking with its shining
curves the monotony of the vast
green level, I could just discry the
broad, smooth flow of the parent
Rhine.
At this moment my reflections are
broken in a sufficiently unromantic
way by the concussion of huge
steeple-crowned hat, which, driven
by the wind, ,ricochets off my should
er, and is just rolling over the brow
of the hill, when 1 spring forward
and clutch it. Turning to look for
the owner, I find myself face to face
with a quiet, pleasant looking old
gentleman in frilled shirt and black
silk stockings, the very image of the
Glass Dwarf in Wilhelm Hauff 8
"Kaltes Herz,'' evidently a man of
some note by the respect with which
the habitues make way for him.
"Many thanks mein Herr" says
the old man as 1 restored his errant
headgeaf. Sim notquite so supple
now as I was when 1 took the pfize
at the Freyberg Volksfest," forty
three years ago, before I ever
thought of becoming a professor.
It's only you English who can keep
up your training forever"
"How did you guess that 1 was an
EnglishmanP' asked 1, somewhat
surprised; for, indeed, with a beard
like Pashs's and a face bronzed by
the sun of Egypt and Syria, my ap-
pearance is anything but Anglo
Saxon.
"No one but an Englishman would
have caught that hat as you did,
answered the professor, with little
chuckling laugh; "it's just in their
nature to jump up and run after
anything that passes. All, if you
English would only employ your if
repressible energies in the cause OF
science, what might you not achieve!
But no, you do not care to learn"
''Do us the justice to believe, Herr
Professor that the nation that pro,
duced Bacon and Newton has still
some reverence for science.
"They were mighty men," replies
the old gentleman, with reverential
bend of his gray head, "but 1 am
speaking of the nation at large, not
of few exceptional celebrities. Arch
Himmel! what set they are, those
English! A fine life they led me when
1 first began to practice medicine
down yOnder in Saxony. The frs
thing in the morning, king! king
at my door. "What is itY' Gar
Englishman who has broken his les
in trying to climb the Teufelshorn
which no one ever assembled yet.
set the Herr Englander's leg, anC
leave him pretty comfortable. No
half an hour later, king! king
again. "What nowP' "An English
man who has been half drowned il
: swimming across the Elbe agains
the current for a wager" 1 put tn
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