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Peutinger was describing the Roman monument which he had had put up in the courtyard of his Augsburg house, but, as this interested Dietel very little, he soon turned his attention to the high road, whence a belated guest might still come to The Blue Pike.
Whoever hath ought to give, and my dead mother used to say that: 'No one ever became a beggar by giving at the proper time." "And life is gladdened by what one gives to another," remarked Conrad Peutinger, the learned Augsburg city clerk, who valued his Padua title of doctor more than that of an imperial councillor. "It applies to all departments.
Peutinger to strike his clinched fist upon the table with the exclamation, "A devil of a fellow!" and Wilibald Pirckheimer to assent eagerly, praising Hutten's ardent love for his native land and courage in battling for its elevation; but this Hutten whom he so lauded was the ill-advised scion of the knightly race that occupied Castle Steckelberg in his Hessian home, whom he knew well.
The latter had just beckoned Doctor Peutinger to his side, to examine with him the indulgence which he had found under the kerchief crossed over the sick girl's bosom.
Don't allow yourself to regret your generosity, friend Lienhard. "To you, if to any one, it gives daily proof of liberality in both learning and the affairs of life," Herr Wilibald assented. "If you will substitute 'God, our Lord, for 'destiny, I agree with you," observed the Abbot of St. AEgidius in Nuremberg. The portly old prelate nodded cordially to Dr. Peutinger as he spoke.
Whoever hath ought to give, and my dead mother used to say that: 'No one ever became a beggar by giving at the proper time." "And life is gladdened by what one gives to another," remarked Conrad Peutinger, the learned Augsburg city clerk, who valued his Padua title of doctor more than that of an imperial councillor. "It applies to all departments.
What did the merchants, artisans, and musicians know about the godless Greek and Latin writings which brought the names of Pirckheimer and Peutinger before the people, yet how reverently many of these folk now bowed before them. Only the soldiers with swords at their sides held their heads erect. They proved that they were right in calling themselves "pious lansquenets."
Then Peutinger charged his young friend to give Kuni his kind greetings and thank her for the love with which she had remembered his dear child. The young Councillor silently followed the physician to the sick bed, at whose head leaned a Gray Sister, who was one of the guests of The Blue Pike and had volunteered to nurse the patient.
Kuni availed herself of this, and did not need to ask many questions to learn everything that she desired to know about the little beggar-landed elf. She was Juliane, the young daughter of Herr Conrad Peutinger, the city clerk a girl of unusual cleverness, and a degree of learning never before found in a child eleven years old.
Hurriedly thrusting his hand into the breast of his black doublet, he drew forth several small sheets on which he had succeeded in copying the beginning of the precious new manuscript, and handed them to Peutinger, who, with ardent zeal, instantly became absorbed in the almost illegible characters of his young comrade in learning.
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