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
Bacon reckons the remembrances of childhood among wholesome medicinal
things; naturally enough, therefore, they acted like a salutary
digestive on the Quintus. He could now again betake him with new heart
to his desk, and produce something quite peculiar--petitions for
church-livings. He took the Address-calendar, and for every country
parish that he found in it, got a petition in readiness; which he then
laid aside, till such time as the present incumbent should decease. For
Hukelum alone he did not solicit.--It is a pretty custom in
Flachsenfingen that for every office which is vacant, you are required,
if you want it, to sue. As the higher use of Prayer consists not in its
fulfilment, but in its accustoming you to pray; so likewise petitionary
papers ought to be given in, not indeed that you may get the
office,--this nothing but your money can do,--but that you may learn to
write petitions. In truth, if among the Calmucks, the turning of a
calabash[42] stands in the place of Prayer, a slight movement of the
purse may be as much as if you supplicated in words.
[42] Their prayer-barrel, Kueruedu, is a hollowed shell, a calabash,
full of unrolled formulas of prayer; they sway it from side to
side, and then it works. More philosophically viewed, since in
prayer the feeling only is of consequence, it is much the same
whether this express itself by motion of the mouth or of the
calabash.
Towards evening--it was Sunday--he went out roving over the village; he
pilgrimed to his old sporting-places, and to the common where he had so
often driven his snails to pasture; visited the peasant, who, from
school-times upwards, had been wont, to the amazement of the rest, to
_thou_[43] him; went, an Academic Tutor, to the Schoolmaster; then to
the Senior; then to the Episcopal-barn or church. This last no mortal
understands, till I explain it. The case was this: some three-and-forty
years ago, a fire had destroyed the church (not the steeple), the
parsonage, and--what was not to be replaced--the church-records. (For
this reason, it was only the smallest portion of the Hukelum people that
knew exactly how old they were; and the memory of our Quintus himself
vibrated between adopting the thirty-third year and the thirty-second.)
In consequence, the preaching had now to be carried on where formerly
there had been thrashing; and the seed of the divine word to be turned
over on the same threshing-floor with natural corn-seed. The Chanter and
the Schoolboys took up the threshing-floor; the female
mother-church-people stood on the one sheaves-loft, the Schadeck
womankind on the other; and their husbands clustered pyramidically, like
groschen and farthing-gallery men, about the barn-stairs; and far up on
the straw-loft, mixed souls stood listening. A little flute was their
organ, an upturned beer-cask their altar, round which they had to walk.
I confess, I myself could have preached in such a place, not without
humour.
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