The Washington times., 1919-11-04


mere For beauty of thought and of language for power
contrasts and for sincere feeling this description of
y when night has fallen upon is unsurpassed in th
literature of the world Read slowly and carefully Learn
by heart Get this in your head and you will contain th
capitalization of the finest thought earth You know
hat Wessnichtwo" is city and "Teufeldsrockh pro
lessor having no existence in Carlyes imagination
You will realize that there is German 'seren
aighness He and many other relics of royalty have dis
appeared since Carlyle's day.
FROM "sARToR REsARTUs"
1t was the attic floor of the highest house in the VAIN
yasse and might truly be called the pinnacle of Weiss
lchtwo for it sheer up above the contiguous roofs
themselves rising from elevated ground. So tina
In fact, the speculum watchtower of Teufelds
-ockh wherefrom sitting at ease he might the who'll
life circulation of that considerable city, the streets
anes of which, with all their doing and driving were
he most part visible there.
81 look down into all that waspnest or beehive"
have we heard him say, "and witness their waxaying
and honey making, and poson-brewng and choking by
sulphur. From the Palace esplanade, where music
plays while Serene Hghness is pleased to eat his vct-
uals, down to the low lane where in her door-siu
the aged widow, knitting for thin livelihood sits to
feel the afternoon sun, it all; for except the
Schlossnrche weathercock, no biped stands high.
"Couriers arrive bestrapped and bebooted, bearing
Joy and Sorrow baggedup in pouches of leather there
opladen and with four swift horses rolls in the coun-
try Baron and his household; here, timber-eg the
lamed Soldier hops painfully along begging aims; a
thousand carriages and wans and cars come tumblng
IN with Food, with young Rusticity, and other Raw
Produce, inanmate animate, and go tumblng out
again with Produce manufactured That living food
pouring through these Streets of all qualities and ages
knowest thou whence it is coming whittier it is going7
Aus der Ewigkeit, der Ewigkeit hin: From Eter-
nity onwards to Eternity!
"These Apparitions; what esef Are they not
Souls rendered vsble in Bodies that took shape and
will lose 1t; melting into ar7 Their solid Pavement is
a Picture of the Sense; they walk on the bosom of
Nothing, blank Time is behind them and before them
Or fanclest thou, the red and yellow Clothes
yonder, with spurs its heels and feather in it's
crown, is but of To-day, without a Yesterday or a
Tomorrow; and had not rather its Ancestor alive when
Hengst and Horsa overran thy Islandi Friend thou
seest here living link in that Tissue of History which
inweaves all Being; watch WELL it will be past thee
and more
Zach, mein Lieberl" said he once at midnight.
when had returned from the Coffee house in rather
earnest talk, cit is a true subimity to dwell here
These frnges of lampight, struggling up through
smoke and thousandfod exhalation some fathoms into
the ancient reign of Night what thinks Bootes of them
he leads his Hunting Dogs the Zenith in their
leash of sdereal fire! That stiffed hum of Midnight
when Traffic has lain down to rest; and the chariot
wheels of Vanity still rolling here and there through
distant streets bearing her to Halls roofedin and
lighted to the due pitch for her; and only Vice and
Misery, to prowl to like nightbirds, are
abroad; that hum [ say like the stertorous unquiet
slumber of sick Life is heard in Heaven! Oh under
that hdeous coverlet of vapours and putreacons and
unimaginable gases, what Fermentng- lies sim
mering and hid! The joyful and the sorrowfu are
there; dying there, men are being born; men
praying-on the other side of a brick partition
cursng; and around them all is the vast void
Night
''The proud Grandee still fingers in his perfumed
Saloons reposes within damask curtains Wretched
covers into ruckebeds shivers hungerstrcken
into his lair of straw; in obscure cellars Rouge-etNor
langudly emts its destiny to haggard hungry
Villains; while Councillors of State sit plotting and
playing their high chess game whereof the pawns are
Men, The Lover whispers his mistress that the coach
is ready; and she full of hope and fear gdes down. to
fly with him the borders; the Thief still more
silently sets to his pckocks and crowbars turks in
wait till the Watchmen first in