The humour of Germany; . m descended from Brahmas head, and notfrom his corns. I have also good reason to believe that theentire Mahabarata, with its two hundred thousand verses, ismerely an allegorical love-letter which my first fore-fatherwrote to my first fore-mother. Oh, they loved dearly; theirsouls kissed, they kissed with their eyes : they were bothbut one single kiss. An enchanted nightingale sits on a red coral bough inthe silent sea, and sings a song of the love of my ancestors;the pearls gaze eagerly from their shells, the wonderfulwater-flowers tremble with sorrow, the cunning sea-
The humour of Germany; . m descended from Brahmas head, and notfrom his corns. I have also good reason to believe that theentire Mahabarata, with its two hundred thousand verses, ismerely an allegorical love-letter which my first fore-fatherwrote to my first fore-mother. Oh, they loved dearly; theirsouls kissed, they kissed with their eyes : they were bothbut one single kiss. An enchanted nightingale sits on a red coral bough inthe silent sea, and sings a song of the love of my ancestors;the pearls gaze eagerly from their shells, the wonderfulwater-flowers tremble with sorrow, the cunning sea-snails,bearing on their backs many-coloured porcelain towers,come creeping onwards, the ocean roses blush with shame,the yellow, sharp-pointed starfish and the thousand-huedglassy jelly-fish quiver and stretch, and all swarm andlisten. Unfortunately, Madam, this nightingale song is far toolong to be set down here; it is as long as the world its dedication to Anangas, the God of Love, is as long FROM HEINE, 8i. £Brdt SIT THE GOOD TOWNSPEOPLE OF A SUMMER EVENING. as all Scotts novels; and there is a passage referring to it inAristophanes, which in German reads thus— Tiotio, tiotio, tiotinx,Totototo, totototo, tototinx. No, I was not born in India. I first beheld the light ofthe world on the shore of that beautiful stream on whosegreen hills folly grows and is plucked in autumn, laid awayin cellars, poured into barrels, and exported to foreign fact, only yesterday I heard some one speaking a pieceof folly, which in the year 1811 was imprisoned in a bunchof grapes which I myself then saw growing on the Johannis-berg. But much folly is also consumed at home, and menare the same there as everywhere; they are born, eat, 6 82 GERMAN HUMOUR. drink, sleep, laugh, cry, slander each other, are greatlytroubled about the propagation of their race, try to seemwhat they are not, and to do what they cannot; never shaveuntil they have a beard, and often have beards before
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