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Updated: May 6, 2025
The First Story. Perhaps some of you remember Fritz Hartmann and his friend Leichtberg. They were the founders of the last new liberty club, and were famous at renowning. These patriots became officers of the Imperial Guard, and at Vienna were soon known for their friendship and their gallantries.
His father sent him to me just after the funeral, and Leichtberg has got his meershaum." The students listened attentively to the story, refilling their pipes during its progress, with becoming gravity. Carl turned towards his right hand neighbour. "Wilhelm! I call on you!" The student, whom he addressed, passed his hand through his long heard, and thus commenced. The Second Story.
Leichtberg told this story inimitably, and Fritz laughed as much as I did. At length we rose to wish him good night, and saw him turn to his bedroom door, followed by a Swiss dog, which always slept under his bed. The rest of the story we heard from his dying lips. It was as near as he could guess, between two and three in the morning, that he awoke with the impression that some one was near him.
The officer who had last tenanted Fritz's quarters, had kept pheasants there, and had had this made on purpose. After one of our songs, Leichtberg attacked Fritz on the old score. "Fritz! you very Werter of sentiment! I was amazed to see you with no loves to-night at the opera.
Where is the widow with sandy hair? or the actress who gave your kirschenwasser such a benefit? where our sallow-faced friend? or more than all, where may the fair Pole be who sells such charming fruit? Fritz! Fritz! your sudden attachment to grapes is too ominous." "Come, Leichtberg!" said Hartmann, laughing, "this is really not fair.
I confess to having made a fool of myself with the actress, but she begged and prayed to see me once more, ere we parted for ever. With this exception " "Yes, yes!" interrupted Leichtberg, "I know you, Master Fritz, and all your evil doings. Have you heard of our Polish affaire de coeur, Carl?", and he turned to me. "No!" replied I, "let me hear it."
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