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aid the Baron smiling, as Paul Flemming cl

ery much like Jean Paul's grandfather,-

f his, that he had, however, learned one thing from all this talk about Tiedge and his Urania; which was, that the saints, as well as the nobility, constitute an aristocracy. He said he found stupid women, who were proud because they believed in Immortality with Tiedge, and had to submit himself to not a few mysterious catechizings and tea-table lectures on this point; and that he cut them short by saying, that he had no objection whatever to enter i

old ladies must have

s loved him all the better for being witty and wicked; and tho

entano, for

ver-haired old man of sixty. She had never seen him, and kn

wild, fantastic, and, excuse me, German passion never sprang up

t singular part of the affair, is, that, having grown older, and I hope colde

h her head upon his shoulder. It reminds me of Titania and Nick Bottom, begging your pardon, always, for comparing your All-sided-One to Nick Bottom. Oberon must have touched her eyes with the juice of Love-in-i

mens Brentano, published that won

him into a reverie;--"I know the book almost by heart. Of all your German books it is the one wh

ypsy-children of song, born under green hedgerows, in the leaf

and Walter von der Vogelweide, and Count Kraft von Toggenburg, and your own ancestor, I dare say, Burkhart von Hohenfels. They were always singing

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man Helicon, shrunk toa rivulet, goes bubbling and gurgling over the pebbly names of Zwinger, Wurgendrussel, Buchenlin, Hellfire, Old Stoll, Young Stoll, Strong Bopp, Dang Brotscheim, Batt Spiegel, Peter Pfort, and Martin Gumpel. And then the Corporati

ose men poets! You transport me to quaint old Nuremberg, and I se

read it to you this very night. It is the most delightful picture of that age, which you can conceive. But look! the sun has already

h his heart was heavy; but kept it for himself alone. He knew that the time, which comes to all men,--the time to suffer and be silent