St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1871-10-13
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+ hat II glorious thing it is To have :
holiday Il little allotment of time nj
your nwr. upon which You need pay du
ty To no man living, and within the com
pass Of which, if you b. IL scholar, nj
one can plague you about the dale of the
lleglra, or ''cNact political significance
OF the Licinian RugationS, nor any SHOCK
fall upon you, il you he man of busi-
ness, from alarming tclc4rams respecting
the tall "t ltoplan cOn>ol>, ur the .'uu-
healthy depression OF the Cloudland-
Atlantic Grand Central railway. Surel,
there is no one living who does not ap-
precIatc such iuriouga, from the fourth
form boy who uvcr-cats himself at War
wick or kenilworth ON the halt yearly
holiday, dampcd only by the horrid rccul-
lection that work begins again next day,
up 10 the wcaried mcrchant-princc who
follows ont his doctors prescription of
''complcte change of scene" by making
Rome or Switzerland rs like London as
possible for two months every year.
Somewhat after this fashion (had felt
nclned) | might have soliloquized, as |
sat looking down upon the good town of
Heidelberg from the terrace of the "AIo!-
cn-kur, "a little wooden ambergc,
perchcd upon Il projecting bluff, in which
few soi-disant imvalids play at curing
themselves by eating the greatest posi-
bic amount Of curds and whey And,
certainly, the scene before me deserved
more than passing glance. Above rose
the green, sloping crest Of the konigstuhl,
with all its waving woods, upon which
the fading sunshine fingered lovingly
all around lay the lcafy hilIsi'!cs, between
which, like thread Of gold, glittcred the
winding stream of the Necksr immedi-
ately 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 in the glow of sunset
like pillars of fire; and far out III the
PLAIN beyond, breaking with It's shining
curves the monotOny of the vast green
level, could just descry the broad,
smooth flow of the parent Rhine
But at this moment my reflections are
broken in Il sufficiently unromantic way
by conclusion Of huge stceple-crowned
hat, which, driven by the wind, licochels
Oft my shoulder and is just rolling over
the brow Of the hill, when | spring for
ward and clutch it. Turning to look for
the owner, | find myself face TO face with
a quiet, pleasant looking old gentleman
in trllled shirt and black silk stockings,
the very IMAGE of the Glass Dwarf in
Wilhelm lIautf's "kaltcs Herr ;" e,i-
IDENTIFY nan Of some nole by the respect
with which the habiiues make way for
him.
"Many thanks, mein Herr" says the
old man, us | restored his GRAND head
gear. 'Im not quite so supple now as
L was when | took the prize at the Frey
berg Volksfest," torty-three years ago,
before | even thought of becoming Il pro-
tessor. lis only you English who can
keep up your training forever"
GLOW did you guess that l was an
Englishman p asked ], somewhat sur
prised for, indeed, with beard like a
Pasha's and face bronzed by the sun Of
Egypt and Syria, my appearance il any
thing but Anglo-S lNon.
Literally peoples festival = answering to athletic
sports