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Updated: May 17, 2025
There is no spot on which an accent of Teutonic speech is uttered where the name of Jacob Grimm is not a 'household word'. His General Grammar of all the Teutonic Dialects from Iceland to England has proved the equality of these tongues with their ancient classical oppressors.
Among other things he was a Heidelberg man, having spent some dozen years of his life in Germany, where he established influential connections. Mr. Grimm knew him only by sight. And now the rhythmical tapping of Miss Thorne's fan underwent a change. There was a flutter of gaiety in her voice the while the ivory fan tapped steadily. "Dot-dot-dot! Dash! Dash-dash-dash! Dot-dot-dash! Dash!"
The affair made a noise, and it would really have been a wonderful circumstance had the cruelty of an opera girl made a man die of despair. This strong passion brought Grimm into vogue; he was soon considered as a prodigy in love, friendship, and attachments of every kind.
The world of natural things has almost no existence for him; "When one speaks of him," says Grimm, "woods, clouds, seas, and mountains disappear, and only what is formed by the spirit of man remains behind"; and he quotes a few slight words from a letter of his to Vasari as the single expression in all he has left of a feeling for nature.
Grimm continued, "please collect all the revolvers that may be in the house and take charge of them yourself. If any one, by chance, heard a burglar prowling around there to-night he might shoot, and in that event either kill Monsieur Boisségur or or me!" When the secretary had gone Mr. Campbell idly drummed on his desk as he studied the face of his subordinate. "So much!" he commented finally.
I have this moment returned from the Concert Spirituel. Baron Grimm and I often give vent to our wrath at the music here; N.B. when tete-a-tete, for in public we call out "Bravo! bravissimo!" and clap our hands till our fingers tingle. Paris, May 1, 1778. THE little violoncellist Zygmatofsky and his unprincipled father are here.
Then she, with a final thrust of impatience, in which we perhaps see the hand of Grimm: "Since you meant to leave the Hermitage, and felt you ought to do so, I am astonished that your friends could detain you. For me, I don't consult mine as to my duties, and I have nothing more to say to you as to yours." This was the end.
"It has all passed beyond the point where the feelings of any one person, even the feelings of the woman who has engineered the compact, can be considered. A single life can not be permitted to stand in the way of the consummation of this world project. Mr. Grimm alive means the compact would be useless, if not impossible; Mr. Grimm dead means the fruition of all our plans and hopes.
Through that it is possible to reach the inventor, and then ! I suggest that we vote our thanks to Mr. Grimm and relieve him of this particular case." The choleric eyes of the president softened a little, and grew grave as they studied the impassive face of the young man. "It's a strange situation, Mr. Grimm," he said evenly. "What do you say to withdrawing?" "I am at your orders, Mr.
Dash-dot-dash-dot! Dot!" "Q a j e!" Mr. Grimm was puzzled a little now, but there was not a wrinkle, nor the tiniest indication of perplexity in his face. Instead he began talking of Raphael's cherubs, the remark being called into life by the high complexion of a young man who was passing. Miss Thorne glanced at him once keenly, her splendid eyes fairly aglow, and the fan rattled on in the code.
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