The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrantsGerstäcker, Friedrich
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The wanderings and fortunes of some German emigrants
Gerstäcker, Friedrich
Germany -- Emigration and immigration -- Fiction; Immigrants -- Fiction
cunning fingers? Let them spread them, let them contrive--the
tricksters! let the nets become closer and closer daily, which are to
conceal their guilt with an easily rent and transparent covering. Let
them rejoice in their vileness--let them, with gnashing teeth, defile
the throne of truth, which is firmly wound round the hearts of our party
with twenty-handed arms! Let them go on patiently. But as for us, I
point with luminous finger to the oriflamme of youthful Immortality--for
us, I say, away, away with cunning and false shame! away with fraud,
away with false appearances! We, my brothers, are German democrats, and
let our motto be, 'German perseverance and German truth!'"
"Hurrah!" screamed the crowd once more, in ear-piercing chorus, as
Strauss descended from the chair, and several approached, and shook
hands with him in a friendly manner.
Pastor Hehrmann, however, had quietly gone out as soon as the speech was
concluded; the rest now followed him; and Strauss, as soon as he joined
them, smilingly asked them whether he had been as good as his word.
"Deuce take it!" exclaimed Becher, "but that was a capital speech; and
how pleased they were with it!"
"That was nothing," whispered Strauss; "there were too many of the
'honourables' there, and one must not lay it on too thick with them. But
the other day I was in my element; they called upon me for a speech, and
I talked such stuff to them that at last I began to be ashamed myself.
At the conclusion I compared _our_ president to a comet, and said, that
'as the latter the more it stretches backward the broader it becomes, so
shall we in our progress grow and increase in strength, till, like a
brilliant comet in the night sky of the opposite party, we shall break
our way shining and flaming to the zenith of the firmament.' You should
have heard the applause; and the lacemaker from down in Front-street,
who has made a couple of thousand dollars or so, and therefore considers
himself a wonderfully clever fellow--but who, I may observe in passing,
is a dreadful Whig and a blockhead, and had only come to our meeting to
hear what was going forward,--went away, saying, 'It's all very well,
anybody can deal in abuse.'"
"But I don't consider it right to mystify the people in such a way as to
their feelings; why not speak to them in clear distinct words? why not
endeavour to strengthen them in pure unadulterated truth?"
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