Arthur O'Leary: his wanderings and ponderings in many lands . rewell; and we never heard ofhim till we saw his new novel of Fortunio. But to goon. The day after Tieck left us was my birthday, andthey all arranged to give me a little f§te; and truly nothingcould be prettier. The garden of the inn was a sweet spot,and there was a large linden like this, where the table wasspread; and there was a chair all decked with roses andmyrtle for me,—Caroline herself had done it; and theyhad composed a little hymn in honor of me, wherein weresundry compliments to my distinction in science and poesy,the gi
Arthur O'Leary: his wanderings and ponderings in many lands . rewell; and we never heard ofhim till we saw his new novel of Fortunio. But to goon. The day after Tieck left us was my birthday, andthey all arranged to give me a little f§te; and truly nothingcould be prettier. The garden of the inn was a sweet spot,and there was a large linden like this, where the table wasspread; and there was a chair all decked with roses andmyrtle for me,—Caroline herself had done it; and theyhad composed a little hymn in honor of me, wherein weresundry compliments to my distinction in science and poesy,the gifts of my mind and the graces of my person. Ach,ja! I was handsome then. Well, well, I must close my tale, — I cannot bear tothink of it even now. Caroline came forward, dressed inwhite, with a crown of roses and laurel leaves intertwined,and approached me gracefully, as I sat waiting to receiveher, — all the rest ranged on either side of me. Auf seine stirne, wo der licht —(Upon that brow where shines the light) said Caroline, raising the y/ef^/iO ay/u Lp/aii.^t^^M^-(^-er?2y ^^Ui.^^/zt-/^ l/ T^ BONN AND STUDENT LIFE. 339 Aeh Du Heiliger! screamed Martha, who only thatinstant saw I was bareheaded, the dear man will catch hisdeath of cold! and with that she snatched this confoundednightcap from her pocket, and rushing forward clapped iton my head before I could know it was done. I struggledand kicked like one possessed, but it was of no use; shehad tied the strings in a black knot, and they could neitherbe loosened nor broken. Be still there! said she; thouknowest well that at fifty-three — You can conceive,said the Hofrath in a parenthesis, that her passion oblit-erated her memory. At fifty-three one cant play thefool like at twenty. Ach, ja! it was over with me forever. Carolinescreamed at the cap, first laughing, then crying, andthen both; the rest nearly died of it, and so did would never look at me after, and I came backhome, d
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