Yours, A. HT. Zinzendorf’s _letters_ to the Saviour were rather more legible.[6] 7. HUMBOLDT TO VARNHAGEN. BERLIN, _July 9th, 1830_. Please accept for yourself and your highminded and excellent lady my sincerest thanks for your new present, so agreeable to me.[7] I was not personally acquainted with the man whose eccentricities you have so æsthetically described. He was one of those who shine by their personal appearance; their lives are of greater effect than their writings. A man who boasts that his recollections go back to the _first year_ of his life (how differently the Margravine judged things, when she says: “J’étais un enfant très précoce—à deux ans je savais parler, à trois ans je marchais!”); a man who owns a guardian angel in a black cloak, like Cardanus—who makes love to old maids, without being drunk, only in order to convert the same to virtue and reading; a man, to whom the _fate_ of German professors under German princes appears more tragical than that of the Greeks—such a man cannot but be admired—as a curiosity! The “Kirchen-Zeitung” will never inscribe his name in the list of “the faithful,” and the Schimmelmanns will hardly thank you, my most honored friend, that the work recalls the Danish-Holstein saturnalia of sentimental demagogism. I am very much gratified that you will take “Hardenberg” in hand. It is a difficult but satisfactory task, if you be careful to separate the _epochs_, and provided his life be judged without party hatred, which seems to have subsided at last, with regard to Hegel in the Academy. Thankfully yours, A. HUMBOLDT.