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FURST. Thank God, our victory's unstained by blood! Liberty! Liberty! Hurrah, we're free! FURST. Oh! what a joyous scene! These children will, E'en to their latest day, remember it. The whole stage is filled with people. RUODI. Here is the cap, to which we were to bow! BAUMGARTEN. Command us, how we shall dispose of it. FURST. Heavens! 'Twas beneath this cap my grandson stood!
SKIRMISH OF BAUMGARTEN, 27th FEBRUARY, 1741. How he shot away, keeping well in the shade; and erelong whisked into a Convent or Abbey, the beautiful Abbey of Kamenz in those parts; and found Tobias Stusche, excellent Abbot of the place, to whom he candidly disclosed his situation.
This impression became so strong with him, that when the stranger came abreast of him he stepped in front of him and took a good look at his features. "Well, sonny," said the drunken man, surveying Von Hartmann and swaying about in front of him, "where the Henker have I seen you before? I know you as well as I know myself. Who the deuce are you?" "I am Professor von Baumgarten," said the student.
Baumgarten thinks they are worth a good sum. You know that he buys for the Berlin gallery, and the British Museum people think everything of his opinion." In this way the Princess and her favourite disposed of Guido and his property; but he would not have been much surprised if he could have heard their conversation.
"If it was one of US, now," said Bert Johnson. Upon which they broke into simultaneous good-natured laughter. "It's queer, isn't it," young Baumgarten put in, "how a fellow always feels sore when he sees another fellow with a peach like that? It's just straight human nature, I guess." The door swung open to admit a newcomer, at the sight of whom Jem Belter exclaimed joyously: "Good old Georgie!
You have been relieved of your command, and have now only to think of yourself. May I ask what your name is?" "I am Captain Baumgarten of, the 24th Posen Regiment." "Your French is excellent, though you incline, like most of your countrymen, to turn the 'p' into a 'b. I have been amused to hear them cry 'Avez bitie sur moi! You know, doubtless, who it is who addresses you."
In W. T. Parke's "Musical Memoirs" justice is done to the appetite of one C. F. Baumgarten, for many years leader of the band and composer at Covent Garden Theatre. Once at supper after the play he and a friend ate a full-grown hare between them. He would never condescend to drink out of anything but a quart pot.
Several great lights of the Spiritualistic body had also come a long distance to be present, as had a Swedenborgian minister, who considered that the proceedings might throw some light upon the doctrines of the Rosy Cross. There was considerable applause from this eminent assembly upon the appearance of Professor von Baumgarten and his subject upon the platform.
The only use I have for a mountain is to look at it." Then Baumgarten launched into a very interesting account of mountain dangers he had passed through. I found him a most entertaining talker, almost as fascinating as Johnson himself. He told me he was from Hanover, but he had been educated in Great Britain, which accounted for his perfect English.
Captain Baumgarten, heavy with his repast, lay back in his chair looking up at them through the clouds of his tobacco smoke, and pondering over the strange chance which had sent him, a man from the Baltic coast, to eat his supper in the ancestral hall of these proud Norman chieftains. But the fire was hot, and the captain's eyes were heavy.
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