Well, up and off I'm goin': She's in the field below: I'll try and let her know my mind; And if her answer isn't kind, If 't isn't kind, I'll jine the ranks, and go! I'm but a poor young fellow, Yes, poor enough, no doubt: But ha'n't, thank God, done nothin' wrong, And be a man as stout and strong, As stout and strong, As any roundabout. What's rustlin' in the bushes? I see a movin' stalk: The leaves is openin': there's a dress! O Lord, forbid it! but I guess-- I guess--I guess Somebody's heard me talk! "Ha! here I am! you've got me! So keep me, if you can! I've guessed it ever since last Fall, And Tuesday morn I saw it all, _I_ saw it all! Speak out, then, like a man! "Though rich you a'n't in money, Nor rich in goods to sell, An honest heart is more than gold, And hands you've got for field and fold, For house and fold, And--Jack--I love you well!" "O Maggie, say it over! O Maggie, is it so? I couldn't longer bear the doubt: 'Twas hell,--but now you've drawed me out, You've drawed me out! And will I? _Won't_ I, though!" The later years of Hebel's life quietly passed away in the circle of his friends at Carlsruhe. After the peculiar mood which called forth the Alemannic poems had passed away, he seems to have felt no further temptation to pursue his literary success. His labors, thenceforth, were chiefly confined to the preparation of a Biblical History, for schools, and the editing of the "Rhenish House-Friend," an illustrated calendar for the people, to which he gave a character somewhat similar to that of Franklin's "Poor Richard." His short, pithy narratives, each with its inevitable, though unobtrusive moral, are models of style. The calendar became so popular, under his management, that forty thousand copies were annually printed. He finally discontinued his connection with it, in 1819, in consequence of an interference with his articles on the part of the censor. In society Hebel was a universal favorite. Possessing, in his personal appearance, no less than in his intellect, a marked individuality, he carried a fresh, vital, inspiring element into every company which he visited. His cheerfulness was inexhaustible, his wit keen and lambent without being acrid, his speech clear, fluent, and genial, and his fund of anecdote commensurate with his remarkable narrative power. He was exceedingly frank, joyous, and unconstrained in his demeanor; fond of the pipe and the beer-glass; and as one of his maxims was, "Not to close any door through which Fortune might enter," he not only occasionally bought a lottery-ticket, but was sometimes to be seen, during the season, at the roulette-tables of Baden-Baden. One of his friends declares, however, that he never obtruded "the clergyman" at inappropriate times!