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Updated: July 11, 2025
Samuel Rutherford knew that John Meine, junior, was not shallow in his divinity, young as he was, nor an entire stranger to sanctification, else he would not have written that still extant letter back to him: 'I have little of Christ in this prison, little but desires. All my present stock of Christ is some hunger for Him; I cannot say but that I am rich in that.
There was a timid knock at the door, and a forlorn little figure, clad in a rumpled calico, with an old shawl over her head, half concealing an eager and pretty face, stood in the doorway, and hesitatingly came in. "Meine Mutter sent me to see how Father Damon is," she explained; "she could not come, because she washes."
"Ich muss zu meine Kinder," he said in German again. "No!" exclaimed the professor. "You'll never go back!" "But why?" "I will not permit it!" The Hebrew looked around. He felt that something was wrong here. His startled manner seemed to ask: "Am I in a lunatic asylum?" He dropped his head and said to the professor simply: "I am tired." The professor pointed to the straw mattress. "Go to sleep.
I assumed a profoundly sentimental air. "It is to a little girl in Frankfort," I said sighing. "To meine liebe Elsie! Soon I shall return to marry her!" Madame raised her glass. "To Elsie!" she repeated, and drank very nearly the whole of its contents. Then she set the glass down and looked at it thoughtfully. "So," she murmured, "you have in Frankfort a little girl?" "Yes, Madame!" I answered.
Succeeding bumpers finally dissipated entirely the resentment of the former jailer, and when they parted probably never to meet again he and his prisoner had become the best friends in the world. "Meine besten complimente der Frau Hauptmannin!" said Henri to him, in leaving him on the boulevard. "Lieber Gott! I shall take good care not to own to her that I dined with you." "And why, pray?"
And he seized a squab by the legs, with a hand that was still bandaged. "Here you are, my dear," tearing off a leg and handing it to Mary, who accepted it gingerly. With much gusto Jack took a bite of bird and a huge bite of bread. "Great little wedding supper, Matilda! Thanks. But I say, Matilda, you haven't yet spoken up about meine liebe Frau. Don't you think she'll do?"
He was now no longer able to compose, and to his last unfinished quartette he added a few bars of "Der Greis," as a conclusion: "Hin ist alle meine Kraft: Alt und schwach bin ich. "Gone is all my strength: old and weak am I." And these lines he caused to be engraved, and sent on a card to the friends who visited him. The end was indeed now near.
There was a timid knock at the door, and a forlorn little figure, clad in a rumpled calico, with an old shawl over her head, half concealing an eager and pretty face, stood in the doorway, and hesitatingly came in. "Meine Mutter sent me to see how Father Damon is," she explained; "she could not come, because she washes."
"Stand up, meine Herren, meine Damen!" he said, "Get your scores ready. Good-bye now, Fraulein. Donnerwetter! What ails you?" "If you want to try my voice again," said Kaya timidly, "Would you mind, sir, trying it to-day? This afternoon, or even this evening?" "Now by all that is holy, why, pray?
Nigel frowned more than ever at this exhibition, and when the knight had led his panting partner to a seat, and called for a tankard of ale for her refreshment, he remonstrated more seriously still. 'Sir, the gates of Berwick will be shut. 'The days lengthen, man. 'And who knows if some of yon land-loupers be not of Walter Stewart's meine?
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