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Twenty pounds a Year certain; let us guess it twenty, with glebe-land, piggeries, poultry-hutches: who is now to get all that? Linsenbarth starts with his Narrative, in earnest. Linsenbarth, who I guess may have been Assistant to the deceased Cannabich, and was now out of work, says: "I had not the least thought of profiting by this vacancy; but what happened?
'You should have informed yourself, said the Packhof people; and were deaf to such considerations. 'A man coming into such a Residenz Town as Berlin, with intent to abide there, should have inquired a little what was what, especially what coins were cried down, and what allowed, said they of the Packhof." Poor Linsenbarth!"'But what am I to do now?
And so, here is veteran Linsenbarth of Hemmleben, a kind of Thuringian Dominie Sampson; whose Interview with such a brother mortal as Friedrich King of Prussia may be worth looking at, if I can abridge it properly.
Linsenbarth dived now into Private-teaching, "INFORMATION," as he calls it; forming, and kneading into his own likeness, such of the young Berliners as he could get hold of: surely not without some good effect on them, the model having, besides Hermeneutics in abundance, so much natural worth about it.
In the great dearth, Linsenbarth, if I can faithfully interpret him for the modern reader, will be worth attending to. Date of Linsenbarth's Adventure is June-August, 1750.
And so I rose from the Royal table; and thanked God and the King in my heart, that I had so gloriously dined," HERRLICH, "gloriously" at last. Poor excellent down-trodden Linsenbarth, one's heart opens to him, not one's larder only. "The hussar took away. "And if the hussar took me into the Palace, it was now the Secretary that took me out again.
Advocat B. rushed out with Linsenbarth into the street; and there was neither pay nor purchase in that quarter. Poor Linsenbarth was next advised, by simple neighbors, to go direct to the King; as every poor man can, at certain hours of the day. He continues: "And at Potsdam I was lucky enough to see the King; my first sight of him.
KING. "'Did you study BIBLICA diligently? KING. "'That is he who had such quarrelling with Wolf? LINSENBARTH. "'Yea, your Majesty! He was Danz; Homiletics with Dr. Hoom-m-m! Harness not to be had on those terms. "'Were things as wild then at Jena, in your time, as of old, when the Students were forever scuffling and ruffling, and the Couplet went:
A trifling Adventure of that poor individual, called Linsenbarth CANDIDATUS THEOLOGIAE, one of the poorest of mortals, but true and credible in every particular, comes gliding by chance athwart all that; and like the glimmer of a poor rushlight, or kindled straw, shows it us for moments, a thing visible, palpable, as it worked and lived.
"To get out of people's sight at least," continues he, "I decided to leave my native place, and go to Berlin," 250 miles away or more. "And why?" says he, quite historically: Yes, Why? Linsenbarth answers his own "And why?" with historical calmness: At the Packhof, there was but one answer, 'Contraband, Contraband!" Here was a welcome for a man.
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