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How long had the learned world, wrapped up in itself, separated from the fellow- men around, thought in Latin, felt as foreigners, and lived buried in contemplation of bygone worlds! From the time of Gellert commences the ever- increasing unity of good-fellowship throughout all classes of life, kept up by mutual giving and receiving.
"Well," said Gellert, after a pause, "we will drink some coffee, and eat some bread and butter. Coffee is an excellent beverage, and peculiarly acceptable to poets, for it enlivens the fancy." "And leaves the stomach empty," said Conrad. "We have bread and butter to satisfy that.
In regard to Gellert's Horse-exercise, I had still to remember that Gellert, not long after, did get a Horse; two successive Horses; both highly remarkable. But a pretty enough gift from the warlike admiring Prince to his dyspeptic Great Man.
And, lately, when felling and sorting that wood below, I was more than usually lively; it seems as though I had a notion I was to do some good with it." "And must I permit you to make me a present?" asked Gellert, resting his chin upon his left hand. The peasant answered: "It is not worth talking about." "Nay, it might be well worth talking about; but I accept your present.
Nor let any pious Welshman be shocked if we venture to assert that Gellert, that famous hound upon whose last resting-place the traveller comes as he passes down the lovely vale of Gwynant, is a mythical dog, and never snuffed the fresh breeze in the forest of Snowdon, nor saved his master's child from ravening wolf. This, too, is a primaeval story, told with many variations.
Think of this, sir, and endeavor to win the king by your obliging and pleasing manner." "Oh, major!" sighed Gellert, "I do not understand the art of pleasing the great ones of this world. I cannot utter words of praise and flattery; my heart and manners are simple and not showy."
As the Swiss must give up his Tell, so must the Welshman be deprived of his brave dog Gellert, over whose cruel fate I confess to having shed more tears than I should regard as well bestowed upon the misfortunes of many a human hero of romance.
Professor Gellert has not bought any wood; it is my business to look after that." "He has not bought it, and yet it is his!" cried Christopher. Sauer was on the point of giving the mad peasant a hearty scolding, raising his voice so much the louder, as it was striking eleven by St. Nicholas.
Nothing remained for Saldern but to fall ill, and retire from the Service; which he did: a man honorably ruined, thought everybody; which did not prove to be the case, by and by. This surely is a remarkable Dialogue; far beyond any of the Gellert kind. Details on the Quintus-Icilius procedure, which followed next day, would also have been rather welcome, had Kuster seen good.
"Yes; do that, major," said Gellert, breathing more freely. "In the mean time, I will take my dinner, and then see how it is with my courage. Conrad! Conrad!" exclaimed Gellert, as Quintus Icilius left him, and his servant entered the room. "Conrad, did you hear the bad tidings? I must go to the King of Prussia." "I heard," said Conrad, "and I do not think it bad tidings, but a great honor.
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