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
But what did Fixlein make of the affair? Little or nothing: the only
thing he did was, that he took little or no pains to fall in love with
Thiennette; that so no other might have cause for fear on his account.
He himself, however, for five reasons, minded it so little, that he
hoped to be older than Senior Astmann before he died: First, because
three Gipsies, in three different places and at three different times,
had each shown him the same long vista of years in her magic mirror.
Secondly, because he had a sound constitution. Thirdly, because his own
brother had formed an exception, and perished before the thirties.
Fourthly, on this ground: When a boy he had fallen sick of sorrow, on
the very Cantata-Sunday when his father was lying in the winding-sheet,
and only been saved from death by his playthings; and with this
Cantata-sickness, he conceived that he had given the murderous Genius of
his race the slip. Fifthly, the church-books being destroyed, and with
them the certainty of his age, he could never fall into a right
definite deadly fear: "It may be," said he, "that I have got whisked
away over this whoreson year, and no one the wiser." I will not deny
that last year he had fancied he was two-and-thirty: "however," said he,
"if I am not to be so till, God willing, the next (1792), it may run
away as smoothly as the last; am I not always in _His_ keeping? And were
it unjust if the pretty years that were broken off from the life of my
brother should be added to mine?"--Thus, under the cold snow of the
Present, does poor man strive to warm himself, or to mould out of it a
fair snow-man.
The Councillor Oligarchy, however, built upon the opposite opinion; and,
like a Divinity, elevated our Quintus all at once from the Quintusship
to the Conrectorate; swearing to themselves, that he would soon vacate
it again. Properly speaking, by school-seniority, this holy chair should
have belonged to the Subrector Hans von Fuechslein; but he wished it not;
being minded to become Hukelum Parson; especially, as Astmann's
Death-angel, according to sure intelligence, was opening more and more
widely the door of this spiritual sheepfold. "If the fellow weather
another year, 'tis more than I expect," said Hans.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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