The humour of Germany; . master, and I am a respectable is the paper, youd better read and see for yourself!Thrine sobbed bitterly, and handed me a number of theLeipsic local paper, containing an article heavily markedwith a red pencil, and thereby recommending itself speciallyto my attention. No sooner had I glanced over the first lines of the terriblearticle than I grew dizzy, and therewith began to trembleconvulsively. Thrine fainted away. Picture the scene toyourself, dear friend. Without raged the storm. Ah, thesituation was dramatic. From the paper I gathered thatProfessor Joh
The humour of Germany; . master, and I am a respectable is the paper, youd better read and see for yourself!Thrine sobbed bitterly, and handed me a number of theLeipsic local paper, containing an article heavily markedwith a red pencil, and thereby recommending itself speciallyto my attention. No sooner had I glanced over the first lines of the terriblearticle than I grew dizzy, and therewith began to trembleconvulsively. Thrine fainted away. Picture the scene toyourself, dear friend. Without raged the storm. Ah, thesituation was dramatic. From the paper I gathered thatProfessor Johannes Minckwitz, in just indignation over thelast of my harmless letters, had sued the editor of theSalo7i for misuse of his name, and for literary forgery, andhad entrusted Dr. Coccius, a lawyer in Leipsic, with theimpeachment. Thrine, I began, after an effective pause, I begin tounderstand that we must part! You knew me in happy ?^ A modern German Literature written by Professor Minckwitz. THE CASE OF MINCKWITZ. 295. l GLANCED OVER THE FIRST LINES OF THE TERRIBLE ARTICL?!- 296 GERMAN HUMOUR. days of yore, do not forget me now when sorrow is breakingin upon me. One service I would ask of you before parting,it is the last. Do me the favour to accept the Neuhoch-deutschen Parnass as a token of remembrance from always need paper to clean the windows, I , Thrine ! I was left alone with my anguish. Dishonoured, I cried,dishonoured ! Misunderstood, indicted ! How differentwas it, oh K/einstiidter, when you glided innocently throughthe pages of the Salon in the company of better wits thanMinckwitz ! Johannes turns from me, and ?Wo ich ihn nicht gab, 1st mir das Grab. J So * The Death of a Youthful Hero did not flow fromthe pen of the great poet ! Never was I more surprisedthan over this discovery. I am to stand before the jury;I shall be condemned to dishonourable penalties—in aword, like the knapsack of the lieutenant, I am perdu. The Kleinstddter before
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