Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, RichterCarlyle, Thomas
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Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, Richter
Carlyle, Thomas
German fiction -- Translations into English
as spiritual relative and bully-rock, so to speak; the Dragoon, I say,
on hearing these my regulations, puckered up (which I easily forgave the
wild soldier and bachelor) his sunburnt face considerably into ridicule,
and said: "Were I in thy place, sister, I should do what I liked, and
then afterwards take a peep into these regulation-papers of his."
[Note 17: The Bed of Honour, since so frequently whole regiments
lie on it, and receive their last unction, and last honour but one,
really ought from time to time to be new-filled, beaten and sunned.]
[Note 120: Many a one becomes a free-spoken Diogenes, not when he
dwells in the Cask, but when the Cask dwells in him.]
[Note 3: Culture makes whole lands, for instance Germany, Gaul, and
others, physically warmer, but spiritually colder.]
"O!" answered I, "misfortune may conceal itself like a scorpion in any
corner: I might say, we are like children, who, looking at their gaily
painted toy-box, soon pull off the lid, and, pop! out springs a mouse
who has young ones."
"Mouse, mouse!" said he, stepping up and down. "But, good brother, it is
five o'clock; and you will find, when you return, that all looks exactly
as it does today; the dog like the dog, and my sister like a pretty
woman: _allons donc!_" It was purely his blame that I, fearing his
misconceptions, had not previously made a sort of testament.
I now packed-in two different sorts of medicines, heating as well as
cooling, against two different possibilities; also my old splints for
arm or leg breakages, in case the coach overset; and (out of foresight)
two times the money I was likely to need. Only here I could have wished,
so uncertain is the stowage of such things, that I had been an Ape with
cheek-pouches, or some sort of Opossum with a natural bag, that so I
might have reposited these necessaries of existence in pockets which
were sensitive. Shaving is a task I always go through before setting out
on journeys; having a rational mistrust against stranger bloodthirsty
barbers: but, on this occasion, I retained my beard; since, however
close shaved, it would have grown again by the road to such a length
that I could have fronted no Minister and General with it.
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