Then in prudent fashion the druggist, who long had been wanting His opinion to give, rejoin'd in the following manner "This is Just a case when the middle course is the wisest! 'Hasten slowly,' you know, was the motto of Caesar Augustus. I am always ready to be of use to my neighbours, And to turn to their profit what little wits I can boast of. Youth especially needs the guidance of those who are older. Let me then depart; I fain would prove her, that maiden, And will examine the people 'mongst whom she lives, and who know her. I am not soon deceived; I know how to rate their opinions." Then forthwith replied the son, with eagerness speaking:-- "Do so, neighbour, and go, make your inquiries. However, I should greatly prefer that our friend, the pastor, went with you; Two such excellent men are witnesses none can find fault with. O, my father! the maiden no vagabond is, I assure you, No mere adventurer, wand'ring about all over the country, And deceiving the inexperienced youths with her cunning; No! the harsh destiny link'd with this war, so destructive of all things, Which is destroying the world, and already has wholly uprooted Many a time-honour'd fabric, has driven the poor thing to exile. Are not brave men of noble birth now wand'ring in mis'ry? Princes are fleeing disguised, and monarchs in banishment living. Ah, and she also herself, the best of her sisters, is driven Out of her native land; but her own misfortunes forgetting, Others she seeks to console, and, though helpless, is also most helpful. Great are the woes and distress which over the earth's face are brooding, But may happiness not be evoked from out of this sorrow? May not I, in the arms of my bride, the wife I have chosen, Even rejoice at the war, as you at the great conflagration?" Then replied the father, and open'd his mouth with importance:-- "Strangely indeed, my son, has your tongue been suddenly loosen'd, Which for years has stuck in your mouth, and moved there but rarely I to-day must experience that which threatens each father: How the ardent will of a son a too-gentle mother Willingly favours, whilst each neighbour is ready to back him, Only provided it be at the cost of a father or husband! But what use would it be to resist so many together? For I see that defiance and tears will otherwise greet me. Go and prove her, and in God's name then hasten to bring her Home as my daughter; if not, he must think no more of the maiden."