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
In the choir, this Free-haven and Ethnic Forecourt of stranger
church-goers, he smiled on all parishioners; and, as in his childhood,
standing under the wooden wing of an archangel, he looked down on the
coifed _parterre_. His young years now enclosed him like children in
their smiling circle; and a long garland wound itself in rings among
them, and by fits they plucked flowers from it, and threw them in his
face: Was it not old Senior Astman that stood there on the pulpit
Parnassus, the man by whom he had been so often flogged, while acquiring
Greek with him from a grammar written in Latin, which he could not
explain, yet was forced to walk by the light of? Stood there not behind
the pulpit-stairs the sacristy-cabin, and in this was there not a
church-library of consequence--no schoolboy could have buckled it wholly
in his book-strap--lying under the minever cover of pastil dust? And did
it not consist of the Polyglott in folio, which he, spurred on by
Pfeiffer's _Critica Sacra_, had turned up leaf by leaf, in his early
years, excerpting therefrom the _literae inversae_, _majusculae_,
_minusculae_, and so forth, with an immensity of toil? And could he not
at present, the sooner the more readily, have wished to cast this
alphabetic soft-fodder into the Hebrew letter-trough, whereto your
Oriental Rhizophagi (Root-eaters) are tied, especially as here they get
so little vowel hard-fodder to keep them in heart?--Stood there not
close by him the organ-stool, the throne to which, every Apostle-day,
the Schoolmaster had by three nods elevated him, thence to fetch down
the sacred hyssop, the sprinkler of the Church?
My readers themselves will gather spirits when they now hear that our
Quintus, during the outshaking of the poor-bag, was invited by the
Senior to come over in the afternoon; and to them, it will be little
less gratifying than if he had invited themselves. But what will they
say, when they get home with him to mother and dinner-table, both
already clad in their white Sunday dress; and behold the large cake
which Fraeulein Thiennette (Stephanie) has rolled from her peel? In the
first place, however, they will wish to know who _she_ is?
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