The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1872-01-31
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What a glorious thing it is to have a holi.
day! A little allotment of time all Won,
own, upon which you need pay duty to nc
man living and within the compass OF which
II you bex scholar, nc one can blame yor
about the date of the Hegira, or extra no.
litical significance" or the Licinian Roga.
tons, or any shock fall upon you, if O oe
a man of business, from alarming kilograms
respecting the fall of Utopian consols, OF
the ~"unhealthy depression of the Cloud.
land-AtlantteG rand Centralfailway. Surely
there IS none living who does not appreci.
ate such a furlough. from the fourth-torm
boy who over-eats, himself at Warwick on
kenilworth on the halEyearly holiday,
damped only by the horrid recollection that
work begins again next day, up to the mer.
chant prince who follows out his DOCTORS
prescription of complete change of scenes''
by making Rome or Switzerland as
London as possible for two months every
year.
Somewhat after this fashion (had | felt in.
clined) | might have soliloquised. as / SAT
looking down upon the good town of Hei.
iceberg from the terrace of the aMolken
upon a projecting bluff in which a few sci.
d;sant inVaiids play at curing themselves by
swallowing the greatest amour of curds
and whey. And, certainly, the scene before
me deserved more than a passing glance.
Above rose the green, sloping crest of the
~hOnlgstuld, with all its waving woods upon
which the faded sunshine fingered %Ioy,npIv.
all around lay the leafy hillside, between
which, like a thread of gold, glittered the
winding stream of the Neckar; Immediately
between me lay the quaint little town. abeve
wnlch the vast red towers of the cestI,
stood out to the glow of sunset like pillars
LOT fire . and far mt in tho rla;, yo--
breaking with its shining curves the mo-
|notOny of the vast green level, I could lust
|descry theb broad, smooth flow of the bar
|ent Rhine.
AT this moment my reflections are broken
6n a sufficiently unromantic way by the
.|concussion of a huge steeple-crowned hat.
which driven by the wind, ricochets off nv
shoulder. and is just rolling over the brow
of the hill, when I spring forward and
clutch it. Turning to look for the owner.
hnd myself face to face with a quiet, pleas
ent looking old gentleman in frilled shirt
Rnd black silk stockings, the very image of
the glass dwarf in Wilhelm Haufrs I" Ksltes
Her,, evidently 8 man of some note by
the respect with which the habitues make
way for him.
MANY thanks, mein Herr, saws the old
man as 1 restored his Grant nead-ocar
+ Pm net quite so supple now as when I
took the prize at the Freyberg Volkfest,4
forfy-three years ago, before / even Thought
bf becoming a professor. It's only Won
English who can keep up your training
forever. old. 90
"How did you guess | was an Enp,ish-
man? 2" asked L, somewhat surprised for
indeed, with a beard like Pasha,s and a face
Pronzed by the sun of Egypt and Syria, nv
appearance is any thing but Anglo Saxon.
mo one but an Englishman would have
tAught that hat as you did, - answered the
professor, with a little chuckling laugh
8 it's just their nature to jump up and run
efter anything that passes. All, il won
English would only employ your irrepress.
BILE energies In the cause OF science. what
might you not achieve {! But no. YOU do
bot care to learn"
"Do us the justice to believe Herr Pro.
lessor that the nation which produced Ra.
bon and Newton has still some reverence for
k~cience."
They were mighty men," replies the
Pld gentleman, with a reverenrial bend of
his gray head, "but [ am speaking of the
patton at large, not of a few exceptional
celebrities, Ach Himmel! what a set thew
IRE, those English! A fine life they led me
Ehen l first began to Practice medicine
Town yonder in Saxony. The first thing in
ne morning, king! king al nv door.
What Is 1T? 'An Englishman who has
broken his leg in trying to climb the Teufs.
|shorn, which no man ever assembled vet,
set the Herr Englander's leg, and leave
Pim pretty comfortable. Not half an hour
|ater: king king again. What now ?
An Englishman who has been half drown.
Fd in swimming across the Elbe against the
urrent for a wager 1 put the Herr Eng
lander in warm blankets and bring him
(round. Before IhaSe well settled in INV
fhair again, king! king! once more.
Mein Colt! what's the matter' An Eng.
psnman who has tried to run twelve miles
within the hour. because some one said he
and has broken down under the
|train.' Mein. Herr, l am sorry to have to
(ay 1t, but your c~ountrymen are equally de-
Fotd OF fear and of reason. There is but
Pne man in Eaglsnd whom l can truly rev.
Frence, and his name is Herr C~arlvle.o
MI. Carlyle, why, he's an old friend of
nine! l saw him the last time | was in Eng
and. Pm glad you admire him. ibid
Fou, mein Herr? did you really ?' says the
I'D man, with unmistaksble interest. tsTell
ne ali about him, L beseech you he is a
Erea' man-worthy to have been born a
And for nearly twelve minutes we sit in
Judgment upon the ,biography Of Frederick
be Great, till the Strokes of Z looming from
) time to be going home.
"You nus come with me, mein Herr
avs he, rising from his seat; no excuses I !
eg of you. 1t shall never be said that Jus
Ice Weissenbart met with a friend OF. the /
Carlyle without making him welcome; I
nd, besides, I've gnt something to show {
GU which | think will interest you" 4
The old mans hearty manner was not to
e resisted; and a quarter of an hour later | r
TODD before the door of a tall, p~rimIooking b
lone house, at the corner Of the @Market1e
latz, the curiously carved front Of which 2