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"Ah, this is Theodore Korner!" exclaimed the tailor, "The poet who wrote 'Toni, the splendid comedy that I saw last winter at our theatre?" "The same, my dear sir," said Madame von Lutzow, while Korner nodded to the tailor with a pleasant smile. "And he has written many other beautiful plays, and magnificent songs to boot.
So the bosom friend followed her, and the staff brought up the rear. "What's this?" frowned Mr. Korner. "I told you chops." "I'm so sorry, dear," faltered Mrs. Korner, "but there weren't any in the house." "In a perfectly organizedouse, such as for the future I meanterave," continued Mr. Korner, helping himself to beer, "there should always be chopanteak. Unnerstanme? chopanteak!"
"A woman loves her master; it is her instinct," mused Mr. Korner to himself. "Damme," thought Mr. Korner, "I don't believe that half her time she knows I am her master." "Go away," said Mr. Korner to a youth of pasty appearance who, with open mouth, had stopped immediately in front of him. "I'm fond o' listening," explained the pasty youth. "Who's talking?" demanded Mr. Korner.
Langethal first saw the body of the author of "Lyre and Sword" and "Zriny" under an oak at Wobbelin; but he was to see it once more under quite different circumstances. He has mentioned it in his autobiography, and I have heard him describe several times his visit to the corpse of Theodor Korner.
There was Herr Tiefel with the little Dresden-blue eyes, red and round and jolly; and Hauptmann, long and thin and sallow; and Korner, redbearded and ponderous; and Konig, a little clean-cut man with a blond mustache that pointed upward.
For, take into consideration, dear M. Martin, that your own reputation is at stake, and that all the brave volunteers would execrate your name if it should be your fault that their favorite and celebrated bard could not attend the Sunday's ceremony." "How so? What bard do you allude to, madame?" "I allude to the great poet who stands before you Theodore Korner."
"But we are indebted to you and to the poet Theodore Korner for the most soul-stirring sentiments, and it seems to me as though we have received only now the true consecration for the future that lies before ns.
This circumstance he mentioned to the brethren at Nain, notwithstanding which, however, Brother Kmoch and his wife, and two single brethren, Korner and Christensan, who were going to Hopedale, went on board and they set sail; but the same evening it came on to blow exceedingly hard, with an immense fall of snow and very thick weather, so that they could not see the length of the ship, and being within half a mile of a dangerous reef of rocks, the captain was obliged to carry a press of sail to clear them, which he did but just accomplish, for after that the gale increased to such a degree, the wind being right on shore, that he could not carry sail any longer, and was obliged to lay the ship to, when the sea broke often over her, and he was at last forced, seeing every attempt to reach Hopedale vain, to bear away for England.
Theodor Korner, the noble young poet whose songs will commemorate the deeds of the Lutzow corps so long as German men and boys sing his "Thou Sword at my Side," or raise their voices in the refrain of the Lutzow Jagers' song: "Do you ask the name of yon reckless band? 'Tis Lutzow's black troopers dashing swift through the land!"
"First," said I, "let me assure you that the original is full of a simple, natural tenderness, which I fear, in the double process of translating and versifying, has entirely escaped." Mr. Arlington, taking the paper from Annie, now read, "Poor Körner!" said Mr.
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