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
[Note 181: God be thanked that we live nowhere forever except in
Hell or Heaven; on Earth otherwise we should grow to be the veriest
rascals, and the World a House of Incurables, for want of the dog-doctor
(the Hangman), and the issue-cord (on the Gallows), and the sulphur and
chalybeate medicines (on Battlefields). So that we too find our gigantic
moral force dependent on the _Debt of Nature_ which we have to pay,
exactly as your politicians (for example, the Author of the _New
Leviathan_) demonstrate that the English have their _National Debt_ to
thank for their superiority.]
At last, however, I was forced to bite or cut the coloquinta-apple, and
give her the half of it; I mean the news of my rejected petition for the
Catechetical Professorship. Wishing to spare this joyful heart the
rudeness of the whole truth, and to subtract something from a heavy
burden, more fit for the shoulders of a man, I began: "Bergelchen, the
Professorship affair is taking another, though still a good enough
course: the General, whom may the Devil and his Grandmother teach sense,
will not be taken except by storm; and storm he shall have, as certainly
as I have on my nightcap."
"Then, thou art nothing yet?" inquired she.
"For the moment, indeed, not!" answered I.
"But before Saturday night?" said she.
"Not quite," said I.
"Then am I sore stricken, and could leap out of the window," said she,
and turned away her rosy face, to hide its wet eyes, and was silent very
long. Then, with painfully quivering voice, she began: "Good Christ
stand by me at Neusattel on Sunday, when these high-prancing prideful
dames look at me in church, and I grow scarlet for shame!"
Here in sympathetic woe I sprang out of bed to the dear soul, over whose
brightly blooming cheeks warm tears were rolling, and cried: "Thou true
heart, do not tear me in pieces so! May I die, if yet in these dog-days
I become not all and everything that thou wishest! Speak, wilt thou be
Mining-raethin, Build-raethin, Court-raethin, War-raethin, Chamber-raethin,
Commerce-raethin, Legations-raethin, or Devil and his Dam's raethin: I am
here, and will buy it, and be it. Tomorrow I send riding posts to Saxony
and Hessia, to Prussia and Russia, to Friesland and Katzenellenbogen,
and demand patents. Nay, I will carry matters farther than another, and
be all things at once, Flachsenfingen Court-rath, Scheerau Excise-rath,
Haarhaar Building-rath, Pestitz[6] Chamber-rath (for we have the cash);
and thus, alone and single-handed, represent with one _podex_ and
_corpus_ a whole Rath-session of select Raths; and stand, a complete
Legion of Honour, on one single pair of legs: the like no man ever did."
[Note 63: To apprehend danger from the Education of the People, is
like fearing lest the thunderbolt strike into the house because it has
_windows_; whereas the lightning never comes through these, but through
their _lead_ framing, or down by the _smoke_ of the chimney.]
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