Connecticut western news., 1874-02-27
MY FREDERICK.

MY FREDERICK.
 The eyes of my Frederick were as blue as the sky, or as the sash that bound her slim waist her complexion was of lily purity; her lips were as rosebuds bursting into flower her hair was the yellow gold of flax, intertwined with floss silk. call her my Frederick by sort of poetical license and in right of my love for her. She was, in truth, at this time, the Frederick of the Herr Professor Vandergucht, the sub- rector of the university, for she was his daughter; and afterwards she be- came the Frederick of another. Still I ventured to call her mine-absurd as it may seem. even call her mlne now.
 Twas christened Hans, which showed, perhaps, that my family did not expect great things of me; for Hans has, somehow, come to signify foolish sort of fellow all the world over. "Hans is slow, but he is sure," my father was won't to say of me. Slow very likely. But sure. How, and of what?
 l did not distinguish myself as stu dent. ] drank much beer and smoked many pipes, and, as mementoes of my Burschen life, still carry about with me scar on my cranium, which will stand forth exposed unpleasantly when I have grown bald, and an ugly seam across my left cheek, the result of a badly stitched sabre cut. I did not fight duels because I liked fighting, but because I could not we'll avoid it. Frederick had let fall, now her kerchief, now her bouquet. In my haste to gather up and restore these treasures brushed abruptly against fellow-stu- dent. By mischance I even trod upon his toes. His feet were tender his language violent. Combat and blood shed became unavoidable. He escaped without hurt. I was less fortunate. ported myself becomingly.
 then at the soirees and the receptions of the Herr Professor, her father.
 Did she know of my love? Yes; if she could read my glances, though, I admit, l have known eyes more express sive than my own, which are, indeed, of faint color and feeble power, needing help from concave glasses. Yes; if she could penetrate my thoughts or di- vine my dreams. Otherwise she would be less informed upon the subject.
 For could not precipitate my love inte words. My Frederick did not in- vite speech or indulge therein herself. She was too beautiful to have need of language she was poem in herself. It was sufficient to look upon her. To address her, or to hope to hear her, would have been outrageous presump- tion. So I held. I have heard her silence imputed to her as fault. But of what sinful folly will not some be guilty There are men who would have the Venus of Medicis fitted with the apparatus of a German doll, and made, upon pressure in the ribs, to speak, "Pa-pa," "Ma-ma."
 When I went to England I promised, to myself, that I would never forget Frederick. planned to return some day and make her mine meanwhile would grow rich. At present I was very ill supplied with money. My father could spare me none-his own wants were more than he could com- fortably meet. He bestowed upon me his blessing. however-all he had to give. I received it gratefully, if not without wish that it had been more marketable commodity.
 had resolved to become 8 famous painter, or rather, I should say a wealthy one. knew that England, if she gives artists nothing else, gives them money, at any rate. Perhaps that is all they really require of her.
 I found myself in London, the tenant of a garret, which served me for a studio, sittlng-room, ed-chamber-all. l had made the acquaintance of little group of fellow artists assembling at a cheap cate-half Swiss, half German in the Soho district. They were Eng fish, with @ Frenchman among them, whose name was Alphonse, think, or Adolphe; I am not sure which. But when 8 Frenchman is not Alphonse, he is usually Adolphe.
 They made me welcome, and were of service to me. One of them kindly in troduced me to his pawnbroker, from whom derived much useful assistance; though, the more I sought his aid, the more my wardrobe diminished. But that could not be helped. I had to live.
 We talked, and played dominoes, and smoked-the Englishmen, cigars the EA0AOnWOn, c!SareILeS l, my plpo W1Il the china bowl, plated lid, and worsted tassels. They were kind to me, al. though they found me Imaginable, with my long hair, my spectacles, and my bad English. I did not mind. Indeed I did uot understand them. Jokes as rule are always thrown away upon me As have said, I am slow.
 Of my art I soon discovered they die not think highly. had brought witt me from Germany a large unfinished picture. It was Illustrative of scene in the Mlnna Won Barnhelm of Leasing was informed to my chagrin tha Leasing was almost unknown in Eng land, and that my labor accordingly haG been wasted. rms
 I had been proud and hopeful of my picture, though I can admit now that i was crude and clumsy performance My friends criticised it very freely they grew derisive over it. I thought this hard, because the work had really cost me much. I hayenot ready hand could never design my adroitness For one stroke that is correct I execut,