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Volunteers came from far, many of whom were to ride with Lützow's irregular horse in his wild ventures. Most noteworthy of these was the gifted young poet, Korner, a Saxon by birth, who now forsook a life of ease, radiant with poetic promise, at the careless city of Vienna, to follow the Prussian eagle.
You come down and open the door," commanded Mr. Korner. "Haven't you got your latchkey?" demanded Mrs. Korner. For answer Mr. Korner attacked the door again. The window closed. The next moment but six or seven, the door was opened with such suddenness that Mr. Korner, still gripping the knocker, was borne inward in a flying attitude. Mrs. Korner had descended the stairs ready with a few remarks.
"What on earth am I to do?" whispered the terrified Mrs. Korner to her bosom friend, "there isn't a kidney in the house." "I should poach him a couple of eggs," suggested the helpful bosom friend; "put plenty of Cayenne pepper on them. Very likely he won't remember." Mr. Korner allowed himself to be persuaded into the dining-room, which was also the breakfast parlour and the library.
Körner opined that it might be on account of the ditch, which would be difficult to pass, in which view I agreed. "Exactly so," remarked the doctor. "This Temple Hill has an especial significance: it represents the sovereign ruler of the people, on whose head no one may tread: on that account the ditch is there."
"You told her that she could not add, and you made her say her tables." "I made her " Mr. Korner spoke in the emotionless tones of one merely desiring information. "I made Aimee say her tables?" "Her nine times," nodded Miss Greene. Mr. Korner sat down upon his chair and stared with stony eyes into the future. "What's to be done?" said Mr. Korner, "she'll never forgive me; I know her.
She stood, with her white hands clasped, as if in prayer, and her sweet face turned heavenward. Tears were glittering in her eyes; and, giving her hand to the poet, she said in a low voice: "You have paid us a tribute worthy of you. Thanks! And now come!" She quickly crossed the threshold toward the court-yard. Korner was by her side; Leonora and Caroline, the two volunteers, followed her.
Written in fine copperplate upon cards all of the same size, a choice selection counselled him each morning from the rim of his shaving-glass. "Did you find it?" asked Mrs. Korner. "It is most extraordinary," replied Mr. Korner, as he seated himself at the breakfast-table. "I saw it go under the bed with my own eyes. Perhaps " "Don't ask me to look for it," interrupted Mrs. Korner.
It proves him to possess the stuff of a Tyrtaeus or a Körner, something vastly more stirring and stimulating than the usual staple of "The dry-tongued laurel's pattering talk." Howbeit, late may he have call for another war-song! With the name of Tennyson we reach the term of our Laureate calendar.
Körner again brought forward his life-insurance project: the doctor gave him hopes that he would go into it, but he wished to give the matter due consideration, and to subject the advantages and disadvantages of the speculation to a strict investigation, before giving a definite answer; and with this ended our visit to the "king of Aurora."
Kmoch and his wife, and the single brother Korner, who had so unexpectedly visited England, returned to Labrador in the brig Jemima in 1817, accompanied by single brother Beck, a descendant of the Greenland missionary, who in the third generation inherited the same spirit.
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