THOU wert a blonde-hair’d maid without a stain, So neat, so prim, so cool! I stay’d in vain To see thy bosom’s guarded gates unroll, And Inspiration breathe upon thy soul. A zeal and ardour for those lofty themes, By chilly Reason scorn’d for airy dreams, But wringing from the noble and the good The toil of hand and heart, and brain and blood. On hills with vineyards’ clambering leafage gay, Glass’d in the Rhine we roamed one summer day; Bright was the sun, and from the shining cup Of every flower a giddy scent flew up. A kiss of fire, a deep voluptuous blush, Burn’d on each pink and every rosy bush, Ideal flames in dandelions glow’d And lit each sorriest weed that edged our road. But thou went’st on with even-stepping feet, Clad in white satin, elegant and neat; No child of Netcher’s brush more trim and nice, And in thy stays a little heart of ice. _Translated by Richard Garnett._ _ABOUT MONEY._ THE world is divided into two kinds of human beings--those that have money and those that have none. But the latter are not human beings at all--they are either devils, viz., poor devils; or angels, viz., angels of patience and renunciation. Without money, without teeth, and without a wife we come into this world; and without money, without teeth, and without a wife we go out of this world. What then have we accomplished in the world? We have made money, cut teeth, and taken unto ourselves wives! A glorious destiny! There are fevers, pains, convulsions, and sufferings of all kinds attendant upon the getting of teeth and wives, and when one has them they hurt the whole year round, and often the best one can do is to have them extracted. Teeth and wives come to you without your doing, and unless most carefully treated they are liable to decay. But money does not come without your doing, and often a man leaves this world without having had money. It would be interesting to hear the reply of such a person when asked on the other side, “What did you do in the world?” Who has money? The rich people! That is a misfortune! If the poor people only had money then we should see what poor devils these rich fellows are! It is no art to be rich when one has much money, and it is no merit to be poor when one has none. What is money? Money is a goodly lump which the Lord God attaches to insignificant people, so as not to lose sight of them in his creation, as a good housekeeper puts a big label on a little key. What is money? Money is a figure which gains in importance as there is a cipher attached to it. What is money? Money is a metal heel under the boots of little people to make them appear as tall as others. What is money? Money is an indemnity which God gives to a certain number of persons on condition that they will not make bold to acquire any such goods as Intellect or Genius. What is money? Money is the _accent grave_ upon a letter which would else be silent.