[163] Basa Metzia, c. 4, m 10. [164] The _head_ of a bandage is a technical term in surgery.--TR. [165] The German word _mandel_ (literally _almond_) means a collection of _fifteen_. There being no one word expressing it collectively in English, _baker's dozen_ (which means thirteen) seems to come near enough.--TR. [166] See Dr. Franklin's verses, comparing different classes of people to different kinds of paper. Sparks's edition of Franklin's Works, Vol. II. p. 161.--TR. [167] It is well known that spring flowers, on account of dampness and shade, are for the most part suspicious; as also the autumnal ones. [168] Museum of Nymphæ or Chrysalides.--TR. [169] In the artistic technical sense.--TR. [170] A black resin, used for violin-strings.--TR. [171] Alluding to the case where by this change of the town-clock the Basle people outwitted an enemy--TR. FOURTEENTH JUBILEE. ALBANO AND LIANA. 64. CYCLE. So many tender and holy sensibilities flutter round in our inner world, which, like angels, can never assume the bodily form of outward action, so many rich, full flowers stand therein which bear no seed, that it is lucky poetry has been invented, which easily treasures up all these inborn spirits and the flower-fragrance in its limbo. With this I catch, dear Albano, thy glorious perfume-breathing Sunday, and hold fast the invisible incense for the Schneider's-skin of the world! On Sunday he moved to the thunder-house in Lilar. The Lector kept himself up with the hope that the Count would very soon tread down the flower-parterre of the new enjoyment as flat and dead as a cross-way. It was a fine morning, all sprinkled with dew; a fresh wind blew from Lilar over the blooming grain; and the sun burned alone in a cool heaven. Over the Blumenbühl road a swarm of people were plodding onward, and no one went long alone; on the Eastern heights he saw his friend Charles, with bowed crest, dashing to meet the sun. The breezes of Lilar came flying to welcome him with a breath of orange-fragrance, and blew away the ashes which rested on the glowing altar-coals of that first magnificent Sunday. He went down the bridge, and Pollux, early in his finery, came driving a ruffled turkey-cock to meet him. A _Sœur Servante_ of old Spener had been already for an hour cooking at Chariton's, merely to see him go by. The latter ran, festally decked, out of the house, which opened itself gayly with all its windows to the whole heavens, to meet him, and, in the confusion of her joy, broke out with the main matter first, namely, that everything was ready and beautiful up there in the little house, and whether he would have his dinner up there. She would fain, in the midst of the conversation, pull Pollux out of the Count's fingers, but he let him swing up for a kiss, and won thereby every heart, even the old one behind the kitchen fire.